I celebrated my Thanksgiving Kiwi-style with our neighbors from down the street and Julia, the 18-year-old girl from Conneticut they’ve been hosting for the past week. She’d convinced Pete and Suzy to celebrate like Americans and had helped them plan a dinner at their home, even though the hours of fasting, the early meal time, the over-abundance of food, and the over-eating weren’t to be completely honored (“So it’s not dinner… it’s lunch? And WHY would you have that much food? ..oh and we’re not having a turkey. They’re not in season.”) Instead we ate roast lamb, potatoes and kumaras (the Kiwi version of a sweet potato), a delicious vegetable salad and two – count ’em, two! – versions of pumpkin pie, even though the natives agreed that they couldn’t understand what all of the excitement was about. (Just means more pie for me, yum!) There was a lot of laughter, alcohol, and political discussion though, so it felt just like home. The only thing missing was the cranberry sauce!