My Thanksgiving was unconventional, to say the least. I went with a group of American ex-pats to a Tanzanian barbeque restaurant where we had to forfeit our stuffing and cranberry sauce for ndizi (banana) and kuku (chicken). It was delicious but I am still miss some of my diet from back home. We went around the table and told everyone what we would be doing if we were back at home in the States right now. My story was about my Dad rocking out the kitchen as the chef-du-jour, watching re-runs of Saturday Night Live with my brother and Dad, putting some Tar Heel pie to the face (can't wait to have a piece at Christmas!), finally waddling to the couch post-dinner, and seeing whether my mom and I have enough bravery to tackle the black Friday crowds.
Our "Asante"giving ended up with a trip to a playground lit up by the African stars and moon. Swings, a merry-go round, see saw, jungle gym, and slide made that kuku sit a little funny in my stomach, but it was so worth it to have a few minutes of childlike play.
The Americans are also missing our usual diet... greasy Mexican food. So I think we're going to have another holiday this weekend and call it "Gracias"giving as an excuse to put cheese on everything and smother it in local avacado. Mmmmm
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