Thanksgiving came early this year, eight hours to be exact

In honor of a particular request, this update will feature very few words and many pictures, but keep in mind that I am an English major and “very few words” is in the eye of the beholder.

Thanksgiving ranks pretty high on my list of favorite holidays, rivaling Christmas for first place, and this year I celebrated it with my host family. The festivities began Thanksgiving Eve when I placed a “traditional” Thanksgiving picture on the refrigerator which illustrated the fundamentals of the holiday. The drawing was followed by several trips to the grocery store, the discovery that I could make cornbread from polenta, 6 hours in the kitchen, and a feast featuring a roasted chicken we all pretended was a turkey. In honor of the holiday, one of my host sisters dressed as a pilgrim (according to my refrigerator drawing), and had the rest of us pin feathers to our hair. It may not be politically correct, but in the end, I’m sure the First Thanksgiving wasn’t politically correct either.