The first time I cooked for Thanksgiving (in China)

This is for weeps and for good cheers.

A young American woman is assigned to Beijing and by working so hard there she looses track of holidays back home, until a Chinese woman cheerfully chirps, " Happy Thanksgiving!" with a grin, well pleased with being familiar with American holidays.

The American had completely forgotten and missed her first Thanksgiving ever. The only time she missed one. Saddened by the lapse, Lucy determined to avoid  that happening again.  She decides the next year to assemble a small group of co-workers to make a celebration for themselves, a group of some four women.

Word of the group of women's  activity spreads across the company and people she does not know ask to join and their party grows beyond the capacity of their tiny apartment. So they move it. By moving, word spreads and things start to get out of hand. Then word spreads in a way seemingly unique to  China and the enterprise overtakes the young girl's ability.

She is a brilliant cook now and her blog is an internet blessing, but she knew little about cooking then. She learned as she went along. Now living with her husband, Loic in Lyon, her blog, Lucy's Kitchen Notebook is one of the sweetest places I know on the internet. I hope you enjoy her story as much as I do. This is my favorite Thanksgiving tale.

Lucy's Kitchen Notebook