After talking to my good friend in Finland she convinced me that I should do something for Thanksgiving. So at 7:30 in the evening I set out to buy a chicken (The closest thing to a Turkey I could find). I’m pretty sure my last minute decision would be considered sacrilegious coming from a family where my father starts cooking two days in advanced. With a recipe for stuffing provided by my friend viva skype, I set out to make my first full chicken and thanksgiving dinner. The mashed potatoes took forever to cook. The broccoli was a little funky but yum. Asparagus accompanied the broccoli. The stuffing was my favorite part and considering I could barely hear my friend in Finland shouting the recipe at me it came out well. I also made a garlic cream sauce with mushrooms which my cousin devoured; and the chicken was a golden brown. At 9:30 all my cousins and I gathered in the kitchen. We opened a bottle wine and I explained to them the tradition of toasting to the things you were grateful for in life. Everyone was curious to what in the world we were celebrating for. I explained to them all about the pilgrims and the Native Americans, harvest season, and sitting around sharing a meal. Shortly latter I was asked if these were the same Native Americans my government had killed off shortly after. Which opened a whole other can of beans and a lot of explaining. My cousins contributed to the dinner by providing ice cream for dessert. I thought a lot of my family back home and what they were doing for the celebration. At the same time I was happier to be here in Argentina and share a little part of my culture with my new family.
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