Our third Thanksgiving in Rome

It’s hard to believe but we’ve been in Rome for three Thanksgivings now. And Italians still don’t celebrate. But that’s okay because we do.

Armed with an apple crisp and Parmesan Smashed Potatoes a la Barefoot Contessa, we reunited with our original group of ex-pats again, as we did on the first year — the first week that we arrived. (When I was also pregnant. Maybe this is my thing.)

Dan and Amy are the best hosts with plenty of space and above all…toys.

Dan prepared the bird.

The kiddies enjoyed an early meal.

And I guess, football?

Plus there were hats to try on. So, plenty to be thankful for.


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