Estonians don’t celebrate Thanksgiving (obviously), but we still did. Just get a few people together and you can celebrate anything, right?
At first we worried about finding a turkey. I couldn’t remember ever seeing a whole turkey in Estonia before, and Chris’s co-workers gave him the impression that he probably wouldn’t be able to find one. Chris flirted with the idea of going hunting and bagging a wild turkey and I got rather excited wondering what a wild turkey would taste like, but then I think we realized turkeys aren’t native to Estonia. In the end, it turned out all we needed to do was go to Stockmann, and there they were, turkeys, in the meat section. Kind of anti-climactic, but whatever—we had our 6-kilo (about 13-pound) bird.
So, our spread—turkey (it was very good), my spicy carrot salad, incredibly seasoned homemade stuffing (that may have been my favorite part), dark Estonian bread, corn, gravy (not pictured, and also somewhat watery—probably too much stock). There were also peas and (more) carrots (plus there had been carrot sticks with dip before dinner—our host is a bit of a carrot fanatic). And, yes, plenty of wine. Our company consisted of three Americans and two Germans, and I couldn’t have asked for a nicer evening. Oh, and there was dessert—one of the Germans had made pumpkin pie, both filling and crust from scratch. It was lovely—the spices were perfect, and the filling had tiny bits of pumpkin-y texture still in it (I don’t know if that makes sense, but you know—it didn’t seem like it had been pureed in a factory, and I liked that). I had two pieces. So yes, Thanksgiving was appropriately excessive. It was just too bad I had to go to work the next day.
Turkey with ketchup? Um, OK…
I am thankful for everyone who looks out for me here and everybody missing me in the States. Thanks for supporting me through my new experiences. I couldn’t possibly ask for more.