Nothing warms the friggin cold flat up like home baked bread.
My new kitchen is tiny, but it's forced me to become more efficient and there's no room to get messy. The fridge? It's the size of one of those that you probably had in your dorm room, but that forces me to buy fresh ingredients 4-5 times a week. The oven? Thank goodness for temperature converters on the phone.
It makes me more hopeful that Thanksgiving this year won't be as dark as I thought it might be. I think I'm adjusting pretty well to my new life, but you can't blame a girl for being unable to resist feeling a tad homesick over Thansgiving, could you?
My coworker asked me what the idea behind Thanksgiving was, how did it start, what's up with it? I was surprisingly at a loss for words. I couldn't really explain the whys... just the images that flashed before my eyes and the warm feelings it gave me.
The delicious smells that waft from the kitchen.. for me it's all about the sides: stuffing, mashed potatos, cranberry sauce, corn on the cob, biscuits, all smothered in gravy followed by pumpkin pie and coffee... sitting on the floor with my cousins complaining how I've been once again relegated to the kiddie table but deep inside this is where I prefer to be... lolling by the fireplace, playing with the newest baby or gossiping with the older cousins... the parade followed by a dvd of a recent movie is on the tv in the background... sleepily wrapping myself up for the car ride home...
I'll be flying back from Madrid when I should be getting a second helping of stuffing, so in case I miss ya, have a great Thanksgiving everyone.