Day 15

I made thanksgiving dinner…. Let me repeat that. I made thanksgiving dinner for my german family. Me. Morgan. The girl who burns toast, catches popcorn on fire, can’t cut through brownies, and even mess up making cereal by the non equivalent consistency of milk to grain proportion successfully cooked a homemade thanksgiving meal by myself. No “playing with the kids” or “looking busy” or “doing homework” to pass the time instead of helping this year. Excuse me while I float and praise myself for the next day or two. I made my own chicken, considering there is no turkey here, garlic mashed potatoes, fresh green and garlic green beans, homemade macaroni and cheese with german cheese, and corn on the cob. And for dessert, thanks to Haley Henderson, Hershey bar brownies. Okay, so the chicken was put in upside down and therefore the crunchy part was not eaten…. And the macaroni were a little over cooked, and Germans only eat crunchy beans not like us Kentuckians…. But thanksgiving was a huge success. Even though I had to go to school on thanksgiving for the first and only time in my ENTIRE LIFE. It’s horrible. My host family has asked me once about every hour if I am okay and if I am homesick… Yes I miss my family and I wish I could be there, but no…. I am so blessed to here and experience this once in a lifetime opportunity. I mean… How many times can you make Thanksgiving dinner for a different family in a different country?! The funniest part of the evening was when my host sister, Ellie, felt more sorry for me that I was missing Black Friday over thanksgiving. Random interruption… My phone autocorrects Black Friday to be capitalized… But not thanksgiving. Priorities. Anyways. The best part of the day was getting to skype my family back home for the first time! My host family LOVED getting to meet everyone and I was so happy to get to share that with them. Even though it feels absolutely wrong and immoral to go to school tomorrow… I must prepare for an early morning and a solo day of teaching.

Ellie get down and dirty with the chicken. “And we will eat all night with the best chicken ever. And he will taste alright because he is the best chicken ever. And he didn’t put up a fight because he is the best chicken ever. Bock bock bock.” 🐔🎶🎶 r.i.p. Sir Henry the dead. You have be gratefully appreciated.

The grand feast itself.


5 thoughts on “Day 15”

  1. Can’t wait to get to taste one of those home made meals myself. It was great talking to you and seeing you. Looking forward to all the stories when you come home.


  2. Really missed you this Thanksgiving 😪, but so glad we go to Skype & meet your German family! We he a crazy, loud holiday as always! I’m sure you didn’t notice, but if you were wondering why the girls had on tank tops, it was because Aunt Tammy bought them glitter & jewel Elsa decorating books, which were a huge hit. The first thing they asked after giving me a huge hug was “where’s Morgan?”! You were missed! Then we all played Cooties, Break the Ice, & Spill the beans. That kept them entertained most until they had to leave , Sorry you have to go to school tomorrow, but I have to work as well! Have a great week! Love ya! See us soon!


  3. We are so glad that we got to see you yesterday! You were definitely missed, especially by Rilee and Bailee. They asked where you were when they first got there. I then proceeded to ask Rilee who her favorite Aunt is and her response was, “My Aunt Tammy!” So I’m definitely chopped liver! Lol!
    Your Thanksgiving feast looks great! I’m so glad it turned out! And I never heard of anyone eating crunchy greenbeans! Lol
    We miss you! See you soon!

    P.S. Thanks for noticing that I’m getting fat! Can’t wait for you to be able to feel wild man Cooper move around at Christmas!


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