Tomorrow’s my favorite American holiday. I love everything about Thanksgiving: family, friends, good cheer, no presents, champagne, pumpkin pie, turkey and stuffing, cranberry port conserve, and our daughter Kate’s blinis. Our Thanksgivings are never the same—we roast, brine, or deep fry the turkey; we try new sides; we experiment with desserts; we share the day with different people—but they are always magical, serene, happy days.
This year we’ll celebrate Thanksgiving in a different way. Michael will work, because Thanksgiving is an American holiday and IFAD isn’t taking the day off. Kate McKenna, who arrived on Monday, and I will take a scavi tour of the excavations beneath St. Peter’s Basilica. At the end of the day we’ll share Thanksgiving dinner at Al Bric, a restaurant that I told you about a few weeks ago. If we have turkey or pumpkin pie, I’ll be shocked. We’ve never seen turkey in local butcher shops or in supermarkets, and pumpkin is used in pasta dishes, not desserts. We’ll miss turkey, but we’ll have a delicious meal and a happy time.
Kate and I have spent many memorable Thanksgivings together, including one many years ago in which we hiked for several hours along the San Francisco Bay and ended up a Boz Scaggs’s restaurant in Cow Hollow. For dessert we had a hot fudge sundae. It wasn’t pumpkin pie, but it was heaven!
Even if the Italians don’t give thanks tomorrow, I will—I do every day that I’m here. I still pinch myself. I still don’t believe I’m living in Rome. But I am, and life is good. I’ll miss sharing Thanksgiving with our family, but I’m thankful to be sharing it with two people I love: Michael and Kate.
Here’s to a happy day for our family and all of my American friends. Enjoy every moment!