Thanksgiving in Rathmines

Since I'm awake anyway, I figured I mind as well do a quick post on Thanksgiving in Ireland before I hit the hay.  Nothing makes you more homesick than holidays away from the family, but I had a really good evening.

This morning no one seemed to realize today it was Thanksgiving but I suppose that's to be expected.  However, the whole day I felt like I was rushing to get to dinner and to make sure I had everything.  I went on a fruitless search for mead combined with a failed (more forsaken on my half than anything else) attempt to photograph the swans on the canal, and sped-read a book for Monday - one of those delightful ones the library refuses to keep on the shelf and will not let you take from the library.

Then around 6:20 or so I started to get ready for Thanksgiving in that I left the library, grabbed mac and cheese from my flat and headed to my friend Brooke's flat in Rathmines (via bus because today was absolutely freezing). She had prepared a scrumptious feast for us and two of her flatmates.  Svenja is German and Brenda is Irish and it was their first Thanksgiving.  We had chicken in place of turkey, but that's alright because I don't like turkey anyway.  I also did the honors.  Me and all of my food adventures this trip.  Everything was delicious - green bean casserole, sweet-potato something, pumpkin bread, my macaroni, and the delectable roast chicken.  To top it off, there was pumpkin pie, but I couldn't even finish my slice I was so stuffed.  At the end of the night, I returned to my flat and heard a bunch of guys singing the (US) National Anthem.  All in all, a very happy Thanksgiving.