Thanksgiving in Australia. Yeah, it's like Halloween in New Zealand. People think we're kinda nutty and our traditions are strange.
Yesterday began with a trip to my new workplace, only to be turned away because someone had forgotten to tell me that they rescheduled orientation. Ordinarily, not a big deal. It became a big deal when I got stuck in a flash thunderstorm in heels in a skirt. Not so good.
Shaun and I decided to cook a Thanksgiving dinner as traditionally as we could, without an oven or proper pots/pans. So we made mashed potatoes, yams with marshmallows, pumpkin pie, and a rotesserie chicken. I peeled potatoes and yams for about an hour and a half. Pretty difficult with a dull IKEA knife. So never again will I take for granted having a potato peeler in my kitchen. But our two British roommates really enjoyed our American concoctions of yams and marshmallows and pies made of pumpkin. Points for us!
One holiday without my family, one to go. The thing I learned from yesterday is that as awesome as Thanksgiving with new friends in a foreign country is, Thanksgiving isn't the same without family.
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