The one meal I haven't wanted beef (I still kinda wanted beef)

The Three Musketeers

On Thanksgiving Day, I went to work. I volunteer with an organization here in Buenos Aires called Fundación Pro Vivienda Social (www.fpvs.org – check it out!) and it was just another day at the office. It was funny trying to explain to my coworkers here about Thanksgiving. Nobody real cares about the history, it’s all about family and eating, a lot. Anyways, not that it was a stressful day, but I’m just so used to spending Thanksgiving Day relaxing with family, playing or watching some football, and maybe watching a Bond or Rocky marathon. To be honest, it was kind of strange. It was just another day. When the day ended, I headed home and got ready for dinner. The academic center here in Buenos Aires hosted a Turkey Day feast. I personally thought it was a lovely thing for them to do, and an unexpected surprise to say the least. All I really wanted for my Thanksgiving here was to be with friends and eat a lot of food. I had been planning on going out and getting a huge steak to celebrate, but when NYU announced that they’d have dinner for us at the center, it was an easy and awesome way for all of us to get together and celebrate. To be real, my expectations weren’t too high. I thought we’d have some mediocre food, but great company. When I arrived at the center, it was decorated in a lovely fashion, with classic autumn colors (even though its late spring/early summer here). It ended up being a lovely. I mean, obviously they can’t touch my mama’s stuffing (or turkey, or sweet potatoes, or green beans for that matter…) but it was not bad. There were two whole turkeys and they were carving them right there. It really was a wonderful treat. Even though the “pumpkin pie” wasn’t really pumpkin pie, I was very pleasantly surprised by the rest of the meal. The best part was that I could be together with my buddies here and just have a nice, long, enjoyable meal. While this was the first Thanksgiving without any family (being from California and going to school in New York, I usually spend it with extended family, not my parents) it was still a really nice meal.