Can Thanksgiving really be Thanksgiving without a Turkey? Last week one of the quintessential holidays transpired without me, or the hundreds of other students studying abroad…Thanksgiving. Now I love Thanksgiving as much, if not more than the next guy, and not being home for this holiday centered on family and food was very strange. Every year I look forward to being with family, cooking all morning, eating all afternoon and watching football all night. Thanksgiving in Italy transpires much differently. Instead of awaking to the smells of the turkey already cooking in the oven I awoke to the smells of my granola and yogurt breakfast. Instead of spending the morning watching the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, I spent it in Italian class. Instead of helping cook in the kitchen, I helped my friend to research online. Right about the time the Titans and Lions kicked off back home our Italian Thanksgiving here finally began. We had arranged to do our own makeshift version of the classic, complete with food, and friends who have become like our family here over the past 3 months. There would be no turkey, but rotisserie chickens would make a great substitute. By the time everyone came with their favorite Thanksgiving dishes we had assembled quite the spread. Stuffing, mash potatoes, green been casserole, cranberry sauce, and bread, even pumpkin and apple pie, not bad for a bunch of 20 year olds. And as we all sat down to a very late Thanksgiving dinner in my tiny apartment I realized I had something to truly be thankful for…great friends, great food, and a great semester.
Sam and I working on the apple pie
It looked even better once it came out of the oven
Our friend Matt making green bean casserole and a mess of our kitchen
Thanksgiving with the Italian fam
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