Today, unsurprisingly, doesn’t feel anything like Thanksgiving here in Surat. There are no decorations, no parades, no turkey trots, no feasts, no football, no big family gatherings, and no days off from school. In fact, Thida served about the most farang-unfriendly meal possible today, with dried salted fish and a fishy fermented soup. Ugh.
But… in 46 hours and 36 minutes we’ll have our annual Super English Thanksgiving party at Sweet Kitchen! (who’s counting, though?…) This is our third Thanksgiving in Surat, and this has been one of my absolute favorite SE events throughout our time here. Each year that we’ve been here, Peter has bought us a massive Thanksgiving feast at a restaurant run by a chef who spent a long time in America. Stuffing, mac n’ cheese, and lots of other great food. It’s a taste of home and I can’t wait!
Only 46 hours and 34 minutes now!