November 27, 2008
Happy Thanksgiving!
So, this year was mostly like normal (mom, dad, and me…) because everyone else still lives in Hungary (and doesn't celebrate Thanksgiving), except Mom let me have Feliks over. He's Polish and his parents just don't celebrate because they don't care. (But we do. …)
So, anyway. He came over at about noon. We already had a lot of the food going or mostly ready and he really didn't need to come until three-thirty-ish since we ate at fourish, but he insisted. He wanted "to, like, be a totally real part of Thanksgiving," in his words.
It was so much more fun having him there. My mom's nice and all, and Dad's great, but hanging out with a friend is just infinitely better. My parents don't even seem to care if Feliks is gay or if he wears girls' clothes. They say it's not much different than a girl acting like a boy and wearing boy's things. (I used to do that when I was little. I'd even convinced myself that I'd eventually become a boy.)
But yeah. I have the best parents ever.
Feliks was great. He's a better cook than Arthur (who made the fire-alarm go off during Home Ec more than once), but not really as good as Feliciano. Then again, Feliciano's Italian. That should explain itself. Francis is supposed to be good, too, according to Gilbert, but I've never had his food.
So the turkey was perfect and tender and tasted positively delicious. I don't really like stuffing very much, but it was okay this year, too. Feliks and I made the pecan pie and it was heavenly. Mom made some weird cranberry thing that was okay if you only ate one bite (if she puts it in my lunch, I'm giving it away) and the mashed potatoes had just the right amount of butter. The pumpkin pie—
Dear heavens, I sound like Feliciano.
I'm gonna shut up now.
-Elizaveta