In 1955, just out of college, my husband was awarded a fellowship to study for a year at a university in a city of his choice in West Germany. Just married, we spent our first Thanksgiving together in Munich, where turkeys and Thanksgiving were unknown. Our kitchen had no oven, and all the food we ate was prepared on a two-burner gas stove. We celebrated the holiday by eating pan-broiled liver. It’s a Thanksgiving we’ll never forget!
Suzanne R. Fishman, Miami















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