In my family, Thanksgiving is bigger than Christmas. It a hugely important tradition to us. When I hear of other students and friends of mine who don’t go home, I’m reminded that this isn’t always the case for every family, but I’m thankful that I am able to get home each year to spend the day with mine and to stuff our faces with delicious food.
Before I even left Bozeman, though, a few of my friends organized a Friendsgiving: complete with turkey, stuffing, cornbread, mashed potatoes, pie, and all the other necessary fixings. One of my friends, Becca, even made this sweet potato dish with brown sugar and marshmallows which I had never heard of before, but sure enough it was delicious. She didn’t go home for the holiday, so I am glad we, at least, were able to celebrate with her and she got some Thanksgiving food. The night was spectacular; we even had a fake fireplace playing on the TV screen. Plans are in our calendars to do the whole thing over next year. I can’t wait!
Then, I got aboard a plane and flew all the way back home to Denver, Colorado (which is where I am currently blogging from). For the past week at least, Bozeman had been sunny, but regularly in the 20s and teens, so when I left the airport and entered a whopping 50 degrees I was almost sweating. It’s been so nice here in Colorado that I’ve even been able to run a few of my old running trails and I’ve taken my dogs out.
Come Thursday, I was so excited for Thanksgiving dinner I couldn’t contain myself. Every year, my whole family goes over to my grandparents’ house where my grandma has been working all night and all morning to fix this masterpiece of a meal. The torturous part is having to wait an hour amidst all the smells before we can actually eat. But while we waited, my mom fixed the fruit salad and I baked the rolls, so time didn’t move by too slow. Every year, after I finish eating everything I possibly can, I have the same thought: I’m not going to eat anything again until next Thanksgiving. Which, of course, just gets me counting down the days until next November.
That Friday, after a whole day of shopping all the Black Friday deals with my mom, my brother and his girlfriend, Jaz, invited me to their very own Friendsgiving. My second Friendsgiving of the year! It was great and I’m so glad I got to spend more time with my brother and with all of our crazy friends. There was even more food at their house than had been at the first Friendsgiving – and maybe even more food than had been at my grandparents house. It was insane: we even made s’mores (with peppermint marshmallows) after the first meal was finished.
But I can finally say that Thanksgiving and Friendsgiving is officially over. I can eat no more… until Christmas breakfast of course.
I head back to Bozeman this Monday. It’s hard to leave home every single time, but I always know I’ll come back, and I always look forward to being back in Bozeman. I was actually kind of bummed I couldn’t be there today for Small Business Saturday. Wild Joe’s was upgrading small coffees to larges and giving away free ice cream to anyone who shopped a local business on Main Street. One of these years maybe I’ll come back early so I can participate. This time, I’m only going to be in Bozeman for two weeks before the semester ends and I head back home for winter break. I’m driving down this time, so wish me safe travels! And you might want to wish me luck on my finals this semester, because I’m going to need it!
Stay Awesome & Happy Friendsgiving,