I am thankful. My housemates, sympathetic toward my homesickend pangs of hunger for turkey and stuffing pitched in to prepare a thanksgiving dinner.The modest-sized bird was accompanied by an elaborate menu of roast swede and onions, sweet potato mash, sauteed mushrooms in garlic butter, sage and sausage stuffing and homemade pie of apples from our garden.
With impressive diligence Jake, Maddy, and Sean coordinated the meal along with my help. While it was a cooperative effort, I bow my head and take blame for the undercooked dessert. A puddle of apple pie. One of these days ill nail it. Be patient.
But be thankful.
It was edible at least.
No one was left hungry and my homesickness passed.
