We had an un-American Thanksgiving this year. Yes, all the traditional dishes were there cooked by yours truly, but our company was of the Finnish variety.
They all volunteered to bring a dish. One couple arrived with a homemade cornucopia! Yes, an edible cornucopia made from scratch with a decorative ribbon tied around it. Inside were traditional cheese-like quiches. They also brought a heavenly sweet potato casserole with pecans and brown sugar sprinkled on top. Mmmm!
Ah, yes. They bring wonderful food and we serve them turkey we dropped on the floor before it went in the oven and homemade gravy that could’ve doubled for tile grout. Awesome.
One couple stayed the night with their children, who don’t speak English, and proceeded to get absolutely drunk. The husband, who lapped Jarmo in beers several times, stood up in front of the TV we were watching and broke out a total rock star move for us. You know the one where the rock star goes down in the splits and you know that no normal man should be able to go separate his legs like that? Yeah, that one. For the remainder of the evening he danced about the house doing the splits and other random moves while asking his wife repeatedly, “You hate me, don’t you?”
It was an interesting evening.
Friday morning, after our hungover guests left, we realized we had enough food for another Thanksgiving. Two sets of our neighbors came over Fri. evening to help us eat the leftovers. It was nice to have dinner guests who knew what stuffing was and weren't afraid to eat it.
After all the cleaning before the event, cooking all day and then cleaning up afterwards, I quickly realized that we will not be doing this again anytime soon!
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