Thanksgiving day was a day of complete relaxation. There were some flurries, and while the grandparents watched Zoë, Lisa and I went on our separate runs outside bundled in our thermal wear. I was actually surprised how many runners I encountered on the path because it was quite cold (about 25 degrees with wind chill). Our runs allowed us to give in to our Thanksgiving gluttony with significantly less guilt. We celebrated the holiday in a non-traditional style from an American standpoint - no turkey, stuffing or mashed potatoes. I'm actually not a huge fan of turkey but prefer duck or a fat goose. But we didn't have that either. Rather, Lisa and I opted for a traditional Chinese hotpot.
Hotpot is a communal meal where people sit around a boiling stew filled with thinly shaved meats (chicken, pork and beef), various vegetables such as cabbage and mushrooms, tofu, glass noodles and seafood (whole shrimp, shrimp dumplings and fish/shrimp balls). All these delicious morsels are cooked in a boiling cauldron in the middle of the table. One simply scoops an item from the pot with a spoon and dip the item in a special Chinese dipping sauce. It's divine. Plus, there are plenty of leftovers for days to come. In fact, the flavors meld together much better with each passing day. I'm hungry just typing this.Thanksgiving was therefore celebrated thus so. Zoë was dressed in her best Thanksgiving outfit. We went a little crazy with the camera (again) and therefore snapped tons of photos of her in her Thanksgiving wear. Happy Turkey Day!
