Okay, so I had no choice but to share the events that occurred last nite with you all. Sit back and hear a tale of the most memorable Thanksgiving of my life...
We got off work a little bit early due to a slow night, and as we Americans (Kevin, Kyle, and I) climbed the stairs to our apartment, we were lamenting the total lack of any Thanksgivingness in our lives. Suffice it to say we were all in pretty low spirits... to make things even worse, dinner at the restaurant had been the deep fried ham rolls. Ugh.
I unlocked the door with a sigh and pushed it open to see Vaughan (who had gone home midday, sick and nearly throwing up) standing there with a fork and knife. Before I had a chance to ask him how he was feeling and what he was doing waiting for us at the door, he throws his hands up and screams, "HAPPY THANKSGIVING, BITCHES! SURPRISE!" We continue into the apartment to see that the table is set and two bottles of wine, one already open, sit in the middle. In complete shock, mouths agape, we make our way into the kitchen, where Vaughan is putting the finishing touches on the meal. I was expecting a valiant effort, but considering we only have a single induction burner and nothing else to cook with, I didn't have very high expectations. Nonetheless, I would have been beyond happy with even some turkey breast and some boiled potatoes, a mere hint at a real Thanksgiving.
What I saw completely blew me away: creamy mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, green beans with garlic, cranberry sauce from scratch, gravy, six perfectly cooked turkey legs, caramelized onions, stuffing made with sausage and foie, and apple pie. Even thinking about it now, I'm filled with joy and awe. And what's really crazy about all this is the aforementioned lack of cooking apparati. Vaughan used our induction burner and stacked four to five pots at a time, one on top of the other, using the heat from the ones below as a makeshift bain-marie to cook the food above and/or keep everything warm. All this food, for six people, in two hours! Pardon my French, but HOLY SHIT.
Best of all, everything was absolutely delicious. We gorged and gobbled and guzzled until we couldn't consume any more, then sat back to take in the beauty that is Thanksgiving carnage: bones strewn about, gravy puddles on the table, stained shirts and hands, plates licked nearly clean. I don't think anyone at that table has been that happy in a very long time. No words can express our gratitude to Vaughan for bringing Thanksgiving to Spain. We sat around drinking and laughing for another hour before the massive amounts of food, wine, beer, whiskey, and triptophan forced us to retire. Every one of us fell asleep with giant grins on his face, for sure. There is no question, we have a lot to be thankful for.
Happy belated Thanksgiving, everyone. I'm going to go daydream about that stuffing some more...
P.S. - As always, pics are here if you're interested:
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=350572&id=521205092&l=73d0804af8
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