As this is my third Thanksgiving in Storybrooke, one of the greater celebrations of our shameful imperialist history and the damage it wrought, I think I'm becoming more familiar with the customs here. And I do enjoy celebrating with my Carlos. I am, obviously, very thankful for him. I still miss home, of course, and the great traditions there. There's much less gore in the parades here, but that's a good thing. I really am pretty squeamish. I probably would have just covered my eyes and got Carlos to explain what was happening to me. He's a scientist, so bloodshed really doesn't bother him overly much.
I've been practicing cooking to be ready for the holiday, and I think my efforts have been pretty successful if I do say so myself. I gave Khoshekh some of the scraps from my experiments and, judging by the unholy noises he made, he really liked them. I even took some pictures, I was just that proud. The pictures, not being of cats, will probably not be fatal to anyone.
( pictures! )I placed some of the dishes on traditional hay bales, as is custom. That I made up. Because I found a bunch of hay bales in the apartment and wasn't sure what else to use them from.
I really am looking forward to Thanksgiving.