This year, for the first time I think ever, we celebrated what's essentially the US version of Harvest with another American family.
|A Feast for a Large Crew|
An amazing feat for my host and hostess considering they only moved into this house on Monday, and had to learn how to cook with an AGA oven, having never used one before.
|This could be a Norman Rockwell picture!|
Of course, we remember our families back in the States, the football games that are televised hours and hours later, the little things that are missing from the table like green and black olives, queso, my aunt's special fruit salad, and my cousin's wonderful buttermilk pie.
But the joy of sharing with others is that new experiences and traditions can join with the old, and we can appreciate how God has made so much variety in this world, and yet loves each one of us as an individual.
And for that, how can we but give thanks?