Appartment 1a (that'd be us) had American Thanksgiving last night. We were the only people (besides another apartment of American students on the 3rd floor) celebrating it. Liz-from-Ohio kindly volunteered to do the turkey (she had to special order it, 'cause Irish stores apparently don't start carrying them until Christmas), Kelly did the mashed potatoes (though I peeled most of them, because I'm faster at it), and various other people brought things. I made jello and custard (because nobody else likes my peanut soup, the Midwestern philistines, and you can't buy the right kind of cornmeal for spoonbread here. Ditto for canned pumkin--it existeth not). I made both of them yesterday morning, so when Mackenzie got up, she walked into kitchen to see me cooking custard over my ghetto double-boiler made by sticking a smallish saucepan inside a bigger one and swearing when I repeatedly scalded myself on the steam coming out of said ghetto double-boiler. She's all like "Hey, is that eggnogg," and I say, "Well, it could be, but all the rum's gone." She, not being a PotC fangirl, passed up the opportunity to ask me why.
I think we fed about ten people total (maybe more--there was a lot of coming and going of people from other apartments). It was fun having all of us in the kitchen cooking together, almost like home, but without the children, dogs, giant pitcher of mimosas, and eventual guitar-playing. While preparing stuff/after dinner was over, I made up or the fact that I did the least amount of cooking by washing the dishes (by hand, as we have no dishwasher, damn it). I think I scrubbed every dish, glass, and piece of flatware in the apartment at least twice.
Still, it was great fun, and there. was. so. much. good. food. We wil never eat all the leftovers. Never.
Also, Desperado is coming on one of the Irish TV channels tomorrow night at nine. One of Liz-from-Ohio's friends and I bonded briefly after seeing the commercial for it and exchanging "Oooh, Antonio Banderas!" comments. She didn't know about his early career in soft-core gay pr0n. She does now ^_~.
I think we fed about ten people total (maybe more--there was a lot of coming and going of people from other apartments). It was fun having all of us in the kitchen cooking together, almost like home, but without the children, dogs, giant pitcher of mimosas, and eventual guitar-playing. While preparing stuff/after dinner was over, I made up or the fact that I did the least amount of cooking by washing the dishes (by hand, as we have no dishwasher, damn it). I think I scrubbed every dish, glass, and piece of flatware in the apartment at least twice.
Still, it was great fun, and there. was. so. much. good. food. We wil never eat all the leftovers. Never.
Also, Desperado is coming on one of the Irish TV channels tomorrow night at nine. One of Liz-from-Ohio's friends and I bonded briefly after seeing the commercial for it and exchanging "Oooh, Antonio Banderas!" comments. She didn't know about his early career in soft-core gay pr0n. She does now ^_~.
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