No that's not a pumpkin pie. It's a tourtiere, a Quebecois meat pie. I made this a few weeks ago when we had out friends Guillaume and Caroline for the weekend. They flew down from Paris for a visit.
Caroline won points by playing with the sticker book, also appreciated by Guillaume.
Guillaume teaches Estelle the finer points of rugby. Readers who attended our French wedding may recognize Guillaume as one of Thomas' "temoins" - or witnesses - the French equivalent of a best man.
The next weekend it was Thanksgiving. Since there is no Thanksgiving over here, Americans have to make it happen themselves. Last Saturday we, along with about 30 other people, congregated chez Uncle Craig and Uncle Doug for a fabulous feast. Here's Craig hard at work deciding what goes where.....
Doug, official taste-tester, savouring a moment.
After the meal, there was a nod to the French culture with a cheese plate.
Just a few of the items on the dessert table: my pumpkin cookies.
And my pumpkin pie - yes, Mom, I did make that crust from scratch!
Here's Doug explaining the rules of the Yankee Swap/Secret Santa game, part of the tradition at Thanksgiving at their house.
Here are some of the gifts waiting to make their entrance into the game. We came away with a "Mamma Mia" DVD and some great a set of stacking cups - good prizes. Our gifts were big hits - especially the French Rugby Team calendar - highly coveted by all the women and most of the men in this crowd. Thomas adds he too respects it, as an athlete.
In any event, a nice Thanksgiving. Estelle was perfectly well-behaved. As we were!
Now we are enjoying a visit from Thomas' parents....more photos on that later this wkend!
