We spent our Thanksgiving at a German friend’s house. It wasn’t intended to be “Thanksgiving dinner” (she’d extended the invitation without realizing the date) but that didn’t matter; it was just nice to have a meal with two wonderful people.

She served creamy celeriac soup and an onion tart—a spread she described as traditional winter German fare with a nod to East Germany, which is where she grew up. It was savory and delicious so it kind of hit all of the Thanksgiving dinner marks. Super thankful for this little life we’ve got. Next stop: home for the holidays!