Pestilog

Thanksgiving

A very unorganized attempt at dinner that started with a thought no deeper than "Hey, Its thanksgiving. Should we, like, eat some stuff?" turned into a fabulous house party a la Americana.

We had to do the best we could with what incredients were available to us. We ended up with the following menu:

Homemade mashed potatoes and gravy (thank you very much)
Corn
Real StoveTop stuffing, compliments of Kim, who is visiting us from Rammstein this week
2 rotisserie chickens from the szupermart
Lots and lots of cheese
Bosnian meat
Cherry pie-type thing
Lots of bread and rolls
about 12 bottles of red wine

So, we had accepted the fate long ago that canned pumpkin just DOESNT exist outside the US. But we couldnt find any real pumpkins (too late in the season) or anything even remotly close to cranberries anywhere. And no one from anywhere in eastern europe that we could find even KNEW what a sweet potato was. Such sadness. But we made up for lost dishes by making a lot of everything else and basically suffocating ourselves. It was good.


The potatos have affected me.

Sasha helps cook.

Stephen is ready to eat. Like, now.

Peter tortures the dog. Charlie, the pup, is staying with us for the night, andis contribting by licking fallen scraps up off the floor. It is so nice to be cooking with a dog in the kitchen again. Peter contributed a Pizza Hut pizza to the dinner.
We actually kind of got in over our heads. We didn't have neraly enough in the way of plats, forks, or chairs. But the sheer quantity of carbs on the table pretty much took everyone's attention away from that fact rather quickly.




The gorging begins.








We can actually see the food colleting in our eyeballs, giving us that glazed over look.

Some of us lasted till 2am.

But all the excitement got the better of a few.

Labels: Brigette, house, Marko, party, Peter, photos, procrastiation, Sanida, Sasha, Stephen, thin justification for my existace, Tyler

posted by Veruka2 @ 9:48 AM