Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Thanksgiving. It happened. We ate food.

Since we've  been married, our Thanksgiving tradition has been to drive up to Idaho and spend the holiday with my brother John Mark, his wife Wendy, and their adorable Tiffany.

Thanksgiving 2009:

Thanksgiving Dinner 2009 with John Mark, Wendy (right) and their friends Devon and Maron (left)

Tiffany, almost two

But this year, with my brother in Baghdad, and Wendy and Tiffany in Maryland, we were left without our comfortable tradition. So, instead of foisting ourselves upon some kindly coworker or neighbor (who did graciously extend invitations), we opted to embrace the non-traditional and have a Indian Thanksgiving -just the two of us.

Lamb masala with plenty of cream.

Roasted, spiced chickpeas

Nannmmmm...mmm...they turned out perfect- it was a Thanksgiving miracle.

Dishes in this image are tastier than they appear.

Now, I've tried to make naan at least five times and never had great success. But this time, I chose a recipe solely based on the authentic look and accent of the Indian mama in this video and the results were phenomenal. The secret? Using a pizza stone to mimic the tandoori oven. Brilliant!

 The meal was delicious, and, no need to cry "Sacrilege!" because we did have a complete ol' fashioned Thanksigving dinner just days before, with Ryan's grandparents and extended family.

Although we love hanging out with the whole family, this chill Thanksgiving was a nice break from the typical hustle and bustle. And spending the day in our PJ's gave us plenty of time to reflect on the many blessings we've received this year.

Some objects of our gratitude that came up at dinner: 
- Technology with its many manifestations and uses
- Our good health (we had just one medical intervention between the two of us this year: a cavity filling for Ryan.) 
- Our jobs that keep us fully employed
- Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
- Our incredibly comfortable lifestyle
- Our wonderful friends and mentors whom we admire
- Naan
- Our loving family who always seems too far away

So, in the single phrase of Hindi I recall from my Historical Linguistics class: Shukriyah!

I loved Ryan's (lack of) expression in this shot.

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