We passed this year's Thanksgiving in Budapest. This year we kinda, sorta ignored the holiday.
I did no cooking. At all.
Instead we were invited to a small dinner party at which a chef prepared an authentic Thanksgiving holiday dinner. How authentic? The sweet potatoes had a bit of orange, ginger, whiskey and were topped with toasted marshmallows. The only thing that could have made it more authentic would have been if the marshmallows would have been ever so slightly singed.
It was a grown-ups only dinner party. No cooking. No kids. No Thanksgiving according to my accounting.
The pumpkin pie, however, was a delight. (But there is no comparison to my my brother's!)
I did no cooking. At all.
Instead we were invited to a small dinner party at which a chef prepared an authentic Thanksgiving holiday dinner. How authentic? The sweet potatoes had a bit of orange, ginger, whiskey and were topped with toasted marshmallows. The only thing that could have made it more authentic would have been if the marshmallows would have been ever so slightly singed.
It was a grown-ups only dinner party. No cooking. No kids. No Thanksgiving according to my accounting.
The pumpkin pie, however, was a delight. (But there is no comparison to my my brother's!)
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