We celebrated Thanksgiving a little bit early, on Saturday the 21st. About fifteen people came to partake in the event, including several Americans, one Canadian, a few Hungarians, and a Brit. Lyla made delicious little pumpkin (or, as availability demanded, butternut squash) tarts and I prepared the turkey. Everyone else brought sides, drinks, and such. The food was all delicious, fun was had by all, and we managed to all talk in one big group for the majority of the party rather than clique-ing off. And our neighbors didn't even call the police on us. Everyone left in the evening feeling a bit sick and slightly drunk... a great Thanksgiving success if you ask me.
Toasting to the success of the meal, in espresso cups, while Bencelita attempts to swim in the hazi palinka.
the turkey after coming out of its brine
rubbing turkey is a messy job(and that sentence sounds oh, so wrong)
the beautiful little tarts
(Watching Hungarians poke at pumpkin pie is one of the greatest joys of Thanksgiving here. The concept makes them genuinely nervous. They honestly poke at them.)
Bencelita wants in on the Thanksgiving action. Scott later fed her about a pound of turkey, don't feel bad for her.
the spread
Scott and Anna load up on food.
I feel this photo perfectly captures its subjects: Laci, Balint, Mate.
Toasting to the success of the meal, in espresso cups, while Bencelita attempts to swim in the hazi palinka.
the turkey after coming out of its brine
rubbing turkey is a messy job
the beautiful little tarts
Bencelita wants in on the Thanksgiving action. Scott later fed her about a pound of turkey, don't feel bad for her.
the spread
Scott and Anna load up on food.
I feel this photo perfectly captures its subjects: Laci, Balint, Mate.
1 comment:
Looks awesome! Glad your friends enjoy it. You are a good cook L.
Love, MOM o0xo0x
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