In the spirit of near calamity, I’ve shared all week the misadventures we had trying to prepare Thanksgiving dinner from Haiti. It’s true—an oven without a thermostat and a struggle to buy broth came close to derailing our effort. However, things turned around in the end. A supper was served,
Though prepared in a kitchen nowhere near adequate, pies were baked, a turkey was roasted—the sit-down dinner for 24 proved to be a huge success.
I hope you can enjoy the photos below (evidence of how last year’s dinner in Haiti all turned out) and consider my Thanksgiving reflection at the end, as well.
Yet this lovely meal also bothered me in a way, ate at me, so to speak, as last Thanksgiving I also pondered the moral implications of hosting a feast for folks with plenty to eat in a country where children went hungry that same day, were sent to bed that night with not a drop of dinner and woke in the morning with no real breakfast to speak of.
Frankly, I have yet to resolve this—the fact that famine and feasting both exist in the same world at the same time, sometimes within mere meters of one another.
I don’t know that it’s necessary for Americans to step away from their own plates this Thanksgiving, but it is important that we step up to the plate in other ways to make a difference.
I come from a country with an obesity epidemic but lived last year in one plagued with either not enough food or a population too poor to feed itself. This was and is a painful irony to swallow.
So, even as you enjoy your Thanksgiving dinner tonight, I hope you will remember our neighbors to the south who are hungry and malnourished. And tomorrow, as you drink your coffee, eat your Raisin Bran and toast, ask yourself—does morning in America mean breakfast for Haiti?
Happy Thanksgiving to my American friends and to everyone else–Happy Thursday. I’m grateful to have you as one of my amazing readers!
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