Thanksgiving
Good morrow friend from a far and distant land,
It is I. Still here and still living. Firstly, I want to wish you a very fulfilling thanksgiving. May your belt buckle never be reset. You might be thinking, "Poor Jason. All the way in China. No friends, no family and no hope for a taste of turkey. Sucks for him". But you are wrong my friend you are wrong. Not only did I have a thanksgiving, but I might have had one of the best thanksgivings ever.
It occurred to me several weeks ago that soon the blessed day of gorging would soon be upon us. Thanksgiving was a day that stood out in my memories. Whether it was the consumption of massive amounts of pecan pie, drinking gravy out of a wine glass or throwing a turkey wing at an annoying sibling, I was not going to break tradition. Always a fan of pre-planning, I and my fellow thanksgiving fanatics started preparing for the event. The vegetables were no problem, but the pies, stuffing and turkey were definitely a concern. I did some research and found a turkey--in America. So I had the turkey imported fromAmerica Shanghai California
The week of thanksgiving was chaotic. I had midterms which I did NOT ROCK. On the night before my listening test, we made the pumpkin pies and squash. We also put the turkey into a brine which was a debacle. Right after my speaking test (which I did pretty well at bc I love to talk), It was like taking crazy pills. Turkey went in the oven--vegetables being chopped-- massive amounts of mashing--stuffing--the real deal. The guests arrived and five hours later the turkey was done. But when I saw that beautiful bird, my heart skipped a beat. It was really thanksgiving. After the feast, the tryptophane and wine sank in. Soon moving was impossible.
My mom would be proud.
It is I. Still here and still living. Firstly, I want to wish you a very fulfilling thanksgiving. May your belt buckle never be reset. You might be thinking, "Poor Jason. All the way in China. No friends, no family and no hope for a taste of turkey. Sucks for him". But you are wrong my friend you are wrong. Not only did I have a thanksgiving, but I might have had one of the best thanksgivings ever.
It occurred to me several weeks ago that soon the blessed day of gorging would soon be upon us. Thanksgiving was a day that stood out in my memories. Whether it was the consumption of massive amounts of pecan pie, drinking gravy out of a wine glass or throwing a turkey wing at an annoying sibling, I was not going to break tradition. Always a fan of pre-planning, I and my fellow thanksgiving fanatics started preparing for the event. The vegetables were no problem, but the pies, stuffing and turkey were definitely a concern. I did some research and found a turkey--in America. So I had the turkey imported from
The week of thanksgiving was chaotic. I had midterms which I did NOT ROCK. On the night before my listening test, we made the pumpkin pies and squash. We also put the turkey into a brine which was a debacle. Right after my speaking test (which I did pretty well at bc I love to talk), It was like taking crazy pills. Turkey went in the oven--vegetables being chopped-- massive amounts of mashing--stuffing--the real deal. The guests arrived and five hours later the turkey was done. But when I saw that beautiful bird, my heart skipped a beat. It was really thanksgiving. After the feast, the tryptophane and wine sank in. Soon moving was impossible.
My mom would be proud.
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