Gobble gobble

Thanksgiving has never really been my favorite holiday. If my family and I ever went to eat somewhere, it was always a test of will to see if I could be content with only one serving of stuffing or only one little sliver of pumpkin pie before someone came around checking up on how full the plates were and said "Oh, you must be a diet" when they came around and saw that I surprisingly don't have the whole turkey on my paper plate. Yes, I am on the "Don't-eat-a-whole-turkey-and-I-hate-mashed-potatoes-South-Beach-Diet," and please don't announce it to the entire room. And the truth comes out about why I don't like eating over in "company" and why I prefer eating at home instead.

Anyway, this year the first years on the floor seemed all excited to make food for Thanksgiving, so Mary Kate, Julie, and I got all Emeril-ish and made these:















That is a fudge chocolate cake and a fruit salad. Julie is really excited to be holding the fruit salad.

Earlier, we had gone to Hutch for Thanksgiving lunch where they busted out the nice silverware. Which we (in otherwords, I) stole once again. This year we stole 4 pastry plates, and last year it was a water pitcher. We're going to make it tradition. Here are some pictures from there:















That is David on the left and James on the right. David is a first year, and he made a "Middle Eastern Salad" for the dinner later in the day, which was the best salad I've had in a really long time. He is also a first year, but our age, because he spent a year after high school living in his grandparents' house in Bel Air while they sold it. I wouldn't mind that deal.















Yes, that is a peackock (or turkey?) made out of watermelon and kiwis. Ther was also a bear made out of frosting, which disappeared by the time I tried to photo it.















What would you think of a guy who wears a shirt like that? Now what would you think if you knew he was a student at school? And finally, what would you think if you knew he was a 40 something year old student living in my dorm?

Yes, I would have stopped thinking by now.















In which Adrianne nearly falls asleep while contemplating the fate of all good turkeys and Mary Kate is obliged to turn away and nearly bursts into tears to see Adrianne's hair looking so terrible. Both girls can hardly wait to go back to some sunshine and some place to cut their hairs.













This is the painting of some former president that was stolen some years ago by students and taken around Chicago ala Amelie and the gnome. The students were caught when they were digging a hole in the president's backyard so they could bury the painting.
















Have you ever wondered what a pigeon looks like in 16 degree weather? Here you are. They make unusually wholesomely delicious popsicles as well as being incredibly photogenic.

Well, I'm getting sleepy. I'll just do the rest of the pictures later.