Today was one of the coolest Turkey Days ever, spent doing normal things during the day, then slaving over a traditional meal in a bare Chilean house, with one of 2 Americans I know and her girlfriend. The gas to cook the food got rolled in on a dolly about 7:45 PM. As with any proper Thanksgiving meal, we were awaiting the food long before it came and long after the announced dinner hour.
The sweet potatoes were pale yellow instead of orange. The attendants were mostly not Americans. There was apple crisp in lieu of pumpkin pie (indeed the best apple crisp I've ever tasted.) We sat around a makeshift table and gorged ourselves as every proper American should.
Someone asked me if I missed my family at this time. After years of being away from them, I answered honestly, that no, I wasn't especially sad to be without them. An hour later when the amazingness of our cooking had come to fruition, I realized that there were a few people I miss intensely. They are not technically my family, but they are even more important to me than my blood kin. I wish you were here with me now and I hope you are celebrating your fantabulous lives in your various locations around the world.
I also wish you had been there to join in on our unfailing cure for the after turkey drowsiness. When you feel like sleeping, start a dance party instead. Usher and Justin Timberlake will make it all feel better, and help your body handle those extra 3000 calories way more than a nap during the football game.
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