Wow. I feel like I have cheated myself out of 19 years of happiness.
I'll explain. all of my life I have been a picky eater, never wanting
to eat anything that didn't look good, smell good, or even had a weird
name. This means that thanksgiving for me has always been sitting at a
table trying to hide from my parents that I was only eating the bread.
I have dreaded that day ever since my childhood. Finally, coming to
the mission has broken the picky eating curse, but we weren't even
planning on doing a thanksgiving meal this year because anything that
we try to cook that isn't cereal or pizza turns out horribly. In fact,
two weeks ago one of the missionaries in our house ran into our room
and said "DANGIT GUYS we missed thanksgiving"...so that should explain
our feelings of importance towards thanksgiving. Luckily, however,
the sister missionaries here called us and forced us to plan a
thanksgiving dinner for the zone of missionaries, so in two days we
handed out assignments and had everyone just bring as much food as
they could! Surprisingly it turned out really well! Everyone
contributed a dish, my contribution was a sweet potato casserole that,
despite it turning blue from the colored marshmallows, was really
good! Everyone also brought turkey, which is really difficult to find
here so We ended up having a wide range from sandwich turkey meet, to
a rotisserie chicken even but we didn't care, we just ate it ALL. it
was the most amazing hour of my life. I couldn't even decide what to
eat so I just stopped thinking and started eating. It's safe to say
now that thanksgiving is a close runner up to Christmas for beat
holiday, with p-day at a close third.
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