Thanksgiving (on a Sunday)

One of the perks about living in a community setting (like a co op, as opposed to an apartment, which is lonely and desolate) is that Thanksgiving comes multiple times a year. The fabulous crew in charge of cooking tonight (commanded by The Green Project Man [TGPM], who is responsible for a number of earth-friendly projects around the co op, and who is also running for some important position in the local Sierra Club) decided that since most of us would be going home to our parents, native bedrooms, and free washer/dryers, Thanksgiving should happen tonight. We were served turkey (which is making me appropriately sleepy right about now), mashed potatoes, green beans, gravy, cranberry sauce, rolls that were deceptively shaped like muffins, and a pumpkin-cream cheese rolled log concoction that was approximately the size of an infant (thank you, NNAE, for cutting this into consumable pieces).

I should tell you that my co op is especially fond of Thanksgiving--I think this is the 4th such feast that we have had this year (I see absolutely no issue with this--Thanksgiving is my VERY favorite holiday, I think it should be a monthly event). This is the first Thanksgiving, however, where I have consumed green beans. I had about 6, in the potato-stacked-with-meat fashion. People noticed and commented in proper cheerleader fashion.

What these silly co opers don't know is that I ate green beans not once, but twice today--once was at Thanksgiving dinner, and once was this afternoon, at Montana Mikes (again). Green bean eating seems secondary, though, when I think about what else happened at the meal--it was the first meal ever that Kody's family (minus his dad, who is working in Quatar right now) and my family have eaten together. I was very, very nervous about it (I mean, Kody and I know how to put up with the crazy from both families, but what if one family or the other couldn't put up with the other kind of crazy? Surely that was the original reason for the Caplet-Montague dispute), but it came out surprisingly pleasant. To my knowledge, no one was offended, vegetables were consumed, and no drinks were  spilled (all hallmarks of a successful meal).

Tomorrow will bring another attempt at an apple and perhaps a split clementine with the No-Nonsense Arabic Extraordinaire (to break out of my monochromatic green spell).

I WILL EAT RABBIT FOOD.