When It Rains, It Pours and Searching for Cranberry Sauce in São Paulo

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It's time for the tale of the search for cranberry sauce.

I should start by saying that it was, indeed, found (ShopRite brand(?!?)). And bought. For a hefty USD$8 a can.

Totally worth it, though - yesterday's Thanksgiving feast was executed more than perfectly. The only bummer is that now our kitchen looks like a band of Thanksgiving elves trashed it, and then wrapped up the party by throwing up all over everything.

But let me start from the beginning.

The hunt for cranberry sauce began two weeks ago and, through a combination of internet searching and word-of-mouth, we were able to locate Casa Santa Luzia, a giant gourmet supermarket of sorts purported to carry the stuff. We finally found the time to go, but unlucky as we were, we chose the very day that the skies of São Paulo decided to execute their wrath on the city. (It poured.) The last kilometer or so of our walk we were alternatingly ducking into gas stations and under awnings and wading through currents past our ankles that seemed intent on taking us down before we reached the other side of the road. When we finally reached our destination, though, it was magical - all decked out for Christmas, with a forest of golden ornaments hanging from the ceiling. It was an adventure with a beautiful ending.

On the (drier) way back, we dropped into a the nearby Galeria dos Pães for a lovely lunch, a happy ending to our long adventure. (And we returned home with our cranberry sauce!) And yesterday, everyone who has been so kind to us since our arrival here in São Paulo sat down in our living room to enjoy a feast we spent hours cooking. And once they all left, we promptly collapsed into our beds and fell asleep, and woke up this morning to our worst kitchen nightmare.

But as we sat around the table and each talked of what we were thankful for (I have to admit, I got a bit teary), I realized how terribly lucky I have been in my life - and most of it, more than anything else, is thanks to the incredible people I have met all over the world, that have been so ready to help me, trust me even knowing very little about me, and go out of their way give me everything they could out of the simple kindness of their hearts. The world can be a beautiful place if we all treat others the same way we wish to be treated - cliché, I know, but so true. It would be best if, as a species, we could do to remember this every once in a while (this means you, Israel & Hamas).

From top to bottom: Our littlest helper, slicing apples for pie, first taste of our homemade eggnog, red beans & rice (a NOLA classic!) and the squash ready to roast for the squash soup, apple pie with homemade crust, sitting down to eat, Gibble and Gobble, and the scene in the kitchen this morning.
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