my normal thanksgiving is turkey and ham, potatoes, some football i'm not really watching, maybe a beer and some wine, sparkling white grape juice, falling asleep in the corner of a leather couch, keeping myself occupied with brothers, family, books, video games, lots of dessert, waking up in the backseat when we pull into my subdivision at home. in the last years it has been similar, minus family and plus grad students, spending the day writing seminar papers before i eat.
this year we're substituting butterball for village-fresh turkey, picked, plucked, and slaughtered in front of my friend T. 4 americans are sharing the experience with about 12 Turks, filling one of our small apartments, using our collective utensils, tables and chairs, hoping the holiday translates.
post meal update:
good. nice turkey, some great stuffing, too much dessert, raki, and wine. then i beat a Turkish boy in chess- i shouldn't brag cause he's like 10 but he's really good and is nicknamed "yaşlı adam" (the old man) because of how much he plays board games. afterward we went up Palandöken and watched some Turkish folk music and tried to dance.
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oh, that sounds like a wonderful thanksgiving.
excited for the post meal update!
cranberry sauce,
stef
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