perfectly wonderful, eat until you throw up American thanksgiving.
there was real, glorious, whipped mashed potatoes. Rolls made with
actual white floor. there was pumpkin pie, lemon pie, pecan pie, white
chocolate chip cookies.
there was ice cold limeade and mango salsa, fresh pineapple, chicken and
gluten and corn and cornbread.
yesterday, i got to hold a real cup of coffee in my hands, and then i
got to drink it. it was that slightly steaming almost burn your tongue
but not quite kind of coffee, with real sugar, real creme.
yesterday, i ate cinnamon pancakes with peanut butter, orange sauce,
guava sauce, chocolate sauce.
basically, yesterday was a culinary miracle.
so I am supremely grateful to all the amazing people that whipped up
chicken out of cucumber seeds, pecan pie out of thin air, and so
graciously donated all their carefully hoarded American treasures.
also, I know this blog has been slightly dark and depressing, so here
are some things I am grateful for -
the fact that, in a months time, I will be proud owner and rider of
a tchadian horse
the amazing family I live with
Gutenberg, Graham Bell, the Wright brothers
friends who are nurses
the absence of celery
every single second
that i get to live this