Saturday, November 27, 2010

Turkey Day

     With Thanksgiving being an American holiday, I had all but accepted that I wouldn't be gorging myself with delicious home made food until my friend from work, Stella, decided she would be the patron saint of Turkey day and prepare the meal all on her own. Stella is Danish, but her grandfather was born and raised in the U.S. and brought the tradition back with him, so she invited me and another American friend (who was also coincidentally from Ohio) to join in the festivities.
     Stella prepared an amazing meal complete with all the fixin's that rivaled with my own mother's cooking. She made a pumpkin pie from an actual pumpkin, and cooked a 5 kilo. turkey for four people--classic American. After dinner we tried to stuff all the leftovers into her refrigerator, which was obviously not made to accommodate Thanksgiving feasts, and as long as she doesn't get sick of turkey sandwiches and cold mashed potatoes, she won't have to go to the grocery store for another week.
     After dinner Bobby, the other American guest, invited us all to go out to the night club he works at for some beverages. We agree and head downtown, spending a good bit of the night in a small pub just enjoying each other's conversation. It was nice to have Bobby around to understand all the jokes and ironies of being half way across the world and still meeting someone who grew up a few towns away.
Despite a change in scenery, this Thanksgiving shared a lot of the characteristics of all my other Thanksgivings: too much to eat, too much to drink, and very good company.

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