Thanksgiving:, or how I learned to stop worrying and love the bomb

This was my first thanksgiving away from my family. Mixed emotions through the week--thanksgiving means that my time here is almost over and I'm approaching finals. I'd better get A's on all of them--this semester has to be the worst academically since my sophomore year of high school. I know I should have done better--these are classes in my major. They count. I'm not going to graduate with honors. Whatever. Honors are overrated. I had this theory at SD that all the dean's list signified was the list of people to go on the spaceship when the world exploded. After all, what better do the dumb kids have to do than evaporate among the fallout?

Whoaaa. I was a bitter child.

Anyway, Wednesday was the pre-Thanksgiving thanksgiving butler threw. It was in Ghillie Dhu, a classy place where we got free food and took many pictures. And thus--the Fattening.

Funny story: thanksgiving morning, after eating my traditional breakfast of eggs in a basket--I took a sliver of one of my mama's cookies. The cleaning lady was there, and had this to say.

"You're still eating after that fry up? That's really greasy. Hangover food."

Uh.

"It's a miracle you're so slim!"

Yay! Kind of backhanded, but yay!

The next day, I made up my mind to make stuffing. The package my mother sent me finally arrived the day before--along with so many cookies. It is my mission to make my flatmates as fat as me. Anyway, I was saved, and I felt like such a boss. I cut up the onions with my awesome knives, broke the celery with the force of my will, and threw that fury into the oven for thirty minutes. I also sauteed mushrooms and made gravy. All of them were delicious.

I am a GOD.

Then off to Claudia's! I had to walk with all of my awe-inspiring food from College Wynd to Hermit's Croft, all while imagining someone running into me, punching the stuffing from my hand and letting it shatter I'm the street. Luckily, that didn't happen. However, I was completely shown up by Dillon, who cooked deviled eggs, Mac and cheese, and two apple pies in the hour between his class ending and the start of the party. Claudia made a turkey breast (with an herb crust--how does that work) and mashed potatoes. Corey made four pumpkin pies. Someone made heartbreakingly good rolls. Another person made apple crumble.

Pretty good for college students. We were able to show the foreigners their first thanksgiving, and I led a tutorial on hand turkeys.

And there was plenty of wine.