A few days ago I started drilling my kids on the origins of Thanksgiving, telling the story of the Mayflower crossing the Atlantic, meeting the Indians, and how the first Thanksgiving Day feast was celebrated.
Because we live in France, and are vegetarian, my kids have never experienced a true American Thanksgiving meal with all the trimmings, including the turkey.
Even so, this is their history too. And I wanted them to know what it's all about.
Then during dinner tonight, I noticed my 11 year-old concentrating hard on his plate. After pushing his mashed potatoes and cranberry sauce to the side, he looks up and, with an air of suspicion in his voice, asks: "Do you think the pilgrims ate tofu too?"