In anticipation of our Thanksgiving feast tomorrow, I did the pre-cooking today. The cooking-part took about an hour. The shlepping-myself-around-Paris part took about four. I thought I’d be smart and go and pick up the turkey today since the guy said it would be ready on Saturday, but I could come get it Sunday. Guess what wasn’t ready on Saturday? Great, I braved the dreaded line 1 on a Saturday for nothing! So I continue running around to find items for stuffing and all the other fixins, and I have to go to three, count them, three butcher shops in my little old lady neighborhood before I find chicken livers. That may not seem strange or appealing to my American friends, but the French love their liver, and nothing makes a richer stuffing than a few livers- YUM! Anywho, once I got all the shit done already, I then had to truck it from Jen’s house to Brian’s. These are two apartments that are a hefty walking distance apart, with no good public transportation link. I have never been so grateful for my little old lady pull behind shopping tote, as I dragged sweet potatoes, pumpkin pie, stuffing, and cranberry sauce across the city. Although at the time I was thinking, I am thankful I am going home soon to a place where the big-ass, fuel-guzzling, American auto reigns supreme. It would have made my day so much easier to have a fucking car!