This is largely a stub post, so I don’t forget what happened this year on Thanksgiving with me on this side of the Atlantic, and the hubby on the other. I returned to Chicago from CowTown the day before Thanksgiving. Did the usual 9 hours straight, with multi-purpose stops…. gas, use the restroom, and grab a quick drink or cookie. At the end of the drive, where all I ate was a cheap hotdog and lots of blueberries (let those antioxidants at work while I drive), I was, well, tired and hungry,– surprise surprise. The nice coincidence is that my best buddies who are based in Kansas City were in Chicagoland area — for a totally different reason other than to visit me. They took the time out to drag me out of my apartment for food. We went to the new Sun Wah. “New” because it moved from its former home of 20 odd years on Argyle a few steps east, on Broadway. Sun Wah is one of the hubby’s favorite Chinese restaurants in Chicago. Well, actually, one of many. He loves Chinese food (I wonder why? :)), and agrees that the Chinese food in Britain does not compare to the ones in the US. Notwithstanding the sizeable mainlander Chinese and Hongky population in the UK. We ordered a white fish in black bean sauce, a large portion of honey pork belly and char-shiew (see below….)
bittermelon in beef, ma po tofu, and soup (their “small” fed all 3 of us a bowl each plus spare); we also had 3 portions of rice, 3 rootbeers and a coke. Burp. I was a piglet, and we had a ton of leftovers to box up to bring home. The bill came to a grand figure 51 dollars which included a 10.25% tax. That means, pre-tax the bill was around 46 dollars or roughly under 28 British pounds. Best of all, it all tasted delicious. I don’t know that you could get a deal like that in the UK. I went home stuffed, exhausted from the long-drive, and too happy to be back in my own bed. I had the perfect sleep.
Next day, … Thanksgiving, great…. What do we do? I had totally made no plans, having hit the ground running and kept going since I flew into the States 2 weeks earlier. Carla and Rose (my Spanish teacher) were supposed to come over to my place for dinner. But Carla has a new apartment, and this time, we agreed to use her kitchen. As expected, Rose was late (to be fair, she had to work, even on Thanksgiving, …. ay pobrecita!), and Carla could only make the salad (following everything in the recipe book to the letter). We had no turkey, … so I whipped up what best I could manage. Anyway, in the end it’s all about having good wine and wonderful conversation and bonding time. Never mind that I was half-groggy most of the time. :)
Around 8:30 I had to go home over Carla’s insistence that I just sleep over. I still wanted my own, familiar bed. We were planning on our Black Friday activities just as I headed off. I promised Carla I would look into the coupons I could use the next day and would call so that we can plan which stores hit the next day. That call didn’t happen. I intended to wink, but woke up the next morning. But no one took it against me. Carla let me sleep in heavenly peace without calling to follow up.
I still woke up at 7:30 the next day, and yes, we did the post-Thanksgiving American tradition of shopping like it was an Olympic sport, although we played like a Third-World team. Never mind, we saved more money that way. :p
Yeah, Thanksgiving was alright. Wish you were here, hub. ;)
The Pilgrims made seven times more graves than huts. No Americans have been more impoverished than these who, nevertheless, set aside a day of thanksgiving. ~H.U. Westermayer