More Thanksgiving Confessions

1. I Googled My Way Through Cooking
My grandma was still in the hospital on Thanksgiving, so I googled my way through my first solo Thanksgiving meal. Due to time constraints, I followed Chef Marc's recipe and turned that baby up to 500 degrees! Hot and tasty! And I loved this recipe for cornbread stuffing (my bro and I voted it better than Grandma's but didn't tell her since she was in the hospital bed and all). Special thanks to my MacBook Pro that was by my side the whole time. I might have been alone in the kitchen, but I felt so loved by Google and the great musical genius, Pandora.

Our Thanksgiving meal was in the hospital room. Please notice the tablecloth over that hospital rolling table. We're super classy like that. The pic below is my mom and Philo (the nun from India that is living at our house this year while she studies hospital chaplaincy).
2. The Nun-Mom Asked Me How Many Kilo’s I Weigh

I really like Philo, the nun. I got to spend some good time with her over the holiday. She's well-traveled, well-studied and I like that someone's in the house to laugh with my cute mom. One thing I wasn't quite ready for was a conversation about my weight. Who is, really? Apparently, she's seen some older pictures of me and she's disturbed by my weight gain. And the fact that I don't eat enough lettuce. So, when she asked me how many kilo's I weigh now, I fumbled through something like "I don't know kilo's." Which is true. But if a nun tells you that you're fat, does that mean it's a word from the LORD?!

3. I Ate Thanksgiving Dinner Twice and Insisted on an Encore
I drove straight from the hospital to my dad's side of the family to celebrate Thanksgiving #2. I took Philo's comments to heart and only had one serving at each Thanksgiving that day. :) Then, when the double piano players stopped (my aunt Debbie and my step-mom Debi), I shouted "encore" from across the room and they went on to do an incredible show that was much better and longer than the first. I think the Concert of the Month Club is wearing off on me. I love music. I love that it is a tradition at family holidays.

4. I Wish Uncle Julio Was Really My Uncle
Oh, here we go. Finally not a cell phone photo. A night out representing two of the many things I miss about Chicago: Dara and homemade tortillas from Uncle Julio's. I love that she's always on my agenda for family time at the holidays.

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