Every good two foot tall American girl deserves sweet potatoes on her first Thanksgiving (but we gave her butternut squash instead without complaint). As a non-American father of an American girl (and, not by coincidence, also the husband of an American woman), Thanksgiving has actually started to take on some meaning for me. It's a time when i start missing the American half of my family (and the occasional Chilean). If you are reading this, please know that we'll be having sweet potatoes with marshmellows (only in America!), stuffing and turkey with cranberry sauce. It won't be like the feasts of Lake Placid, but we will be thankful for it anyway. We miss you guys.
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