I had the best Thanksgiving dinner; it was not near anywhere "authentic"; the dinner came out from a box (whole turkey + all the stuffings) and the kitchen was handled by furiners who had no clue on how a Thanksgiving dinner looked like (I did, but I never cooked for Thanksgiving either).

We reheated the frozen Turkey for one hour and it came up barely OK. The heated mash potato was too mushy and the stuffing was ordinary.

We did however, had the essential ingredient for a great dinner; the people on the table. The dinner table seated 10 people; none came from the same country; with no American present; we were the poster child of modern reality. We were family that night, bonded by a sense of comradarie of being in a foreign land, counting our blessings having each other and mourning distances from our family. Everybody was at ease with each other and laughters flow even faster that the excellent wines.

We were given lemonade, and made a Sprite out of it.