I have to admit, it was kind of weird prepping for Thanksgiving dinner in a sundress and eighty-five degree heat.
The meal was delicious and I was grateful for this small slice of Americana, but everything about it felt odd and disjointed, like being wrongly placed into a strange dream sequence in an art-house movie.
The balmy weather outside was screaming for warm-weather food like salads and BBQ, not the heavy comfort food associated with Thanksgiving.
Pumpkin pie may be perfect on a chilly, autumn afternoon, but it just seems out of place in the middle of summer.
Nonetheless, there I was baking pies, making casseroles, and mashing potatoes.
The sweat rolled down face in the sweltering kitchen, reminding me why sane people don’t bake in the heat of summer.
Don’t get me wrong, none of this actually stopped me from enjoying myself and feasting, I just felt a little off all day.
Regardless, it was still great to spend the day with friends and pretend for a while that I wasn’t so far from home.
I’m grateful to everyone who put forth the effort to see me through this very American holiday.
It made me feel a little less homesick and a little more connected to the life I’ve established out here.
I have to admit, it was kind of weird prepping for Thanksgiving dinner in a sundress and eighty-five degree heat. The meal was delicious and I was grateful for this small slice of Americana, but everything about it felt odd and disjointed, like being wrongly placed into a strange dream sequence in an art-house movie. The balmy weather outside was screaming for warm-weather food like salads and BBQ, not the heavy comfort food associated with Thanksgiving. Pumpkin pie may be perfect on a chilly, autumn afternoon, but it just seems out of place in the middle of summer. Nonetheless, there I was baking pies, making casseroles, and mashing potatoes. The sweat rolled down face in the sweltering kitchen, reminding me why sane people don’t bake in the heat of summer. Don’t get me wrong, none of this actually stopped me from enjoying myself and feasting, I just felt a little off all day. Regardless, it was still great to spend the day with friends and pretend for a while that I wasn’t so far from home. I’m grateful to everyone who put forth the effort to see me through this very American holiday. It made me feel a little less homesick and a little more connected to the life I’ve established out here.
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