Sawdust Party for 10

In case we didn’t have enough stress going on at our house with our remodel, I kinda sorta  announced that we should have Thanksgiving at our house.  I mean, what kind of American would I be if I just skipped over the most delicious holiday EVER?  Martin has been taking the news rather well.  (I think it’s the thought of homemade pie.)

My partner in crime is a fabulous American named Katie.  If I had to tell you one thing that has completely transformed my experience as an expat, it would be Katie.  Having an American friend in Germany has meant so much.  We can crack jokes about Crisco (something you can’t find in Germany) and McDonalds (something you find everywhere).  Plus her name is Katie, so I know she’s got to be Amazing.  (Thanks Katie!)  And if that weren’t enough, she married a superb German guy… also named Martin.

The four of us – two Katies and two Martins – have sent out an invitation for ten people.  TEN!  Martin’s going to need an extra slice of pie.

Preparing for Thanksgiving in Germany has been really interesting.  Nothing is pre-made like pies and cranberry sauce.  We’re buying fresh cranberries imported from Canada (kind of defeats the “local harvest” concept of the holiday, I know), and we’re doing it all from scratch.  We have to buy more silverware and find a few plates.  I hope our little oven is ready for the challenge.  (I hope we are.)

Since Thanksgiving Day is a work day in Germany, we’re having the party on a Sunday.  It’ll sort of be like the Thanksgivings I remember – back when stores used to close for the holiday.  Everything closes on Sundays in Germany.  The law only offers a few exceptions for places like tourist shops, florists, and restaurants.  Let’s hope we remember every ingredient.

So here’s where we need your help.

I’ve never hosted anything more than a bridal shower or two, and those were just huge sugar fests.  The other Katie, too.  Our moms and grandmas were in charge of Thanksgiving in the US.  And we’ve just been cooking for our Martins.  (Martins eat anything.  We love ‘em.)

Any suggestions for two girls preparing for their first big party?  We’re kind of nervous.  We’re really nervous.  What’s tried and true for you?

Oh, and anyone have a spare chair or four?