Yesterday was Thanksgiving day. So, thanks to y'all!
A family I got to know here in Houston invited me over for their family feast. I went there around noon and we all started out by watching the Tenessee Titans beat the c**p out of the Detroit Lions. Experts, that is to say my hosts and their football fan friends, said that this should come as no surprise: the beast team in the league was playing the worst.
So, after a while we thought that this meaningless pounding was not worth watching and went down to the kitchen to help out with whatever. Lucky for us, the kitchen was already crammed with family members eager to get close to the turkey, the two different types of stuffings, the countless number of pies and of course the cranberry souce. As I've come to learn, this specific dinner was an excellent sampler for different gastronomic ways and traditions associated with Thanksgiving throughout the country. The two different stuffings were representing Northern (Michigan) and Southern (Texas) traditions.
Since the turkey wasn't ready at the time, I thought I better not tease myself with just smelling the food I so looked forward to taste. I went upstairs again to see what's on TV and check my mail. I returned to watching football (the American version). The Dallas Cowboys were having the Seattle Seahawks over for what later turned out to be an equally unbalanced game as the other one was. Dallas has been known for its superb football team for decades and this time was no exception. The Seahawks were eating grass through the whole game and were punched out 9-34.
As I was watching the game, one of my hosts' grandchildren, Eleanor, who was about 3-4 years old, popped up right beside me in the armchair I was sitting in. This armchair was designed for one person, so this essentially meant that the kid somehow climbed into my lap without me noticing. We've never met before and she still thought she should show me a picture from last Christmas where she and her brother were climbing all over grandma and grandpa. I don't think I've ever seen such a friendly kid. Anyway, this friendship didn't last too long once her brother appeared with a wooden logtruck and some sort of loading vehicle. :)
I guess I owe a big thanks to my hosts, so this Thanksgiving, being my first, was truly a good reason to be grateful. Well, the coming exams and assignments will probably be less pleasant, but let's hope for the best. For now.
Since the turkey wasn't ready at the time, I thought I better not tease myself with just smelling the food I so looked forward to taste. I went upstairs again to see what's on TV and check my mail. I returned to watching football (the American version). The Dallas Cowboys were having the Seattle Seahawks over for what later turned out to be an equally unbalanced game as the other one was. Dallas has been known for its superb football team for decades and this time was no exception. The Seahawks were eating grass through the whole game and were punched out 9-34.
As I was watching the game, one of my hosts' grandchildren, Eleanor, who was about 3-4 years old, popped up right beside me in the armchair I was sitting in. This armchair was designed for one person, so this essentially meant that the kid somehow climbed into my lap without me noticing. We've never met before and she still thought she should show me a picture from last Christmas where she and her brother were climbing all over grandma and grandpa. I don't think I've ever seen such a friendly kid. Anyway, this friendship didn't last too long once her brother appeared with a wooden logtruck and some sort of loading vehicle. :)
I guess I owe a big thanks to my hosts, so this Thanksgiving, being my first, was truly a good reason to be grateful. Well, the coming exams and assignments will probably be less pleasant, but let's hope for the best. For now.
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