Tuesday, November 29, 2011

~~~Thanksgiving~~~


This was a special and unique Thanksgiving for me, as it was my first holiday away from home. Honestly, it was such a blessing because I had such a wonderful time with friends. Plenty of us are far away from home, working and doing school, and going home just isn't feasible. So a small group of 8 gathered together and lived the single's dream.
~The Beautiful Finished product~
...let's see how we got there.
Every group needs at least one man...for the carving of course.
Calvin very much claimed an entire leg, and I wasn't about to get in between that. Later in the evening (I forgot to take a photo...sad) he brought the wish bone to me and we pulled it apart together...I got the bigger half! He must have overheard me mention how I used to pull the wishbone apart with my cousin Karin when we were little, and he went off to find and clean the bone and bring it to me. Love~

T.H.E rolls
So Mel (the master chef behind this all) asked me if there was something that just 'made' thanksgiving for me that we should make. I said, "My Aunt Ellen's orange rolls!" So, thanksgiving day, upon arriving early to help prep, Mel informs me that they did in fact make my orange rolls...and then proceeded to eat them all already! Ha! Naturally, I made the next batch. I've never made rolls before, so I am very proud of these.
*beautiful*
Oh, so while I'm takin a break on the sofa, my friend Nishan sees me and apparently decides it's time me and him break what he thinks is my comfort level 'touch barrier' of our friendship by pretty much enveloping me in his hug. Hmm. yeah he stayed like this for a while, till I convinced him I felt much closer to him and we were definitely better friends because of this 'experience.'
Boys
OOOhhh the Pies
{Another "first" for me}
Late the night before all the festivities, I went to Mel's place to help her make the pies. She's just amazing at all this stuff. Nothing is store bought when it comes to food. It's all from scratch, all the time, every time.

{sorry blurry. Pecan Pie}
We laughed cus it came out looking like one giant cookie, but it tasted sooo yummy.

Lemon *meringue*
Allison (or Miss Mitton for me) with the whipping cream.
And, she made these cute little turkey place settings. Apparently a family tradition that 'made' thanksgiving for her. Her mama even sent her one in the mail for all the roommates. Sweet.

Their home is so cute.
I'm so lucky to live really close to them. It was not really planned when we all moved out of the Nottinghill house to live so close to each other, but it has worked out so great. It's my second home here.
Used mason jars for cups.
And, as I think is fitting for young single adults on their own for thanksgiving, we sat on the sofas and floor for the 'feast'. We tried to get tables from the church, but apparently weren't the only ones with that idea. I thought it was perfectly appropriate for our age group!
Me, Miss Mitton & Mel

We may not have had our moms and family, but we are all so blessed with friends that feel just as close and good as any family :)

4 comments:

  1. Aww! This was so tender, and I laughed out loud when I read the part about your "bubble" Remember Kate in Ghana...."That...will never happen again..." As she is bongo-ing on your hiney. :) The dinner looked amazing. Nice work. Boston looks great. I think I should come for a visit. Miss you!

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  2. You were so missed...but I loved knowing that you were happy and having a wonderful time. Really fun updates...this post and the previous one. Cute photos...By the way, Grandpa loved that you two chatted on Thanksgiving and reminisced about "The Gobbler" incident!

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  3. Looks like lots of yummy food, next year I am coming to your place!

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  4. Oh, these first holidays away from the normal traditions are sweet ones. I'm glad you filled your Thanksgiving up with things to do and people to be with. No need to sit idly thinking of another Thanksgiving in another place.

    My mouth is watering as I consider those orange rolls. . . .

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