i have to agree with david sedaris on this one - the term, 'expat,' is widely used but rather confusing. i have never been much of a 'pat,' and adding an 'ex' to that just makes it more inaccurate. rather, the americans out here can be more aptly called 'citizens living abroad' or something like that. i guess the name is just too long, so expats we are... but it's just a strange term. i conjure up images of enthusiastic flag-waving and top hats and - strangely - the civil war.
yesterday cyn and i hosted our first thanksgiving. we made the whole thing - brined the turkey, made the stuffing, candied the yams, mashed the kartoffel... it turned out really well for our first one. i'm proud of us, and it was nice to have that holiday food prep here. kinda makes you realize that the holidays are here, because mostly i don't have any reminders of holiday stuff during my daily routine. part of why i feel that i'm so content here is because i just don't have anything here that reminds me of home and therefore prompts any sort of homesickness. it's like being on an extended vacation mode - quasi-student, definitely broke, but doing what i want, when i want, mostly.
we had alvin over, and mike from school, jody, and ulf. truthfully i spent most of the week preparing for this dinner. most of my apres-school activities involved procuring either food or tools for the preparation. to our knowledge, there are 2 places in shanghai that you can buy a turkey - both western supermarkets. i managed to find cornmeal for the cornbread stuffing, which i was starting to get a little desperate about - it's my dad's staple and my favorite - and we even found friggin marshmallows for the yams. the only thing was the cranberry sauce; i ended up getting lingonberry jam from ikea, which did the trick. they're pretty similar.
of course, we ended up playing drinking games and we got really smashed. i, uh, lost my dinner and passed out on the sofa for like an hour or two, and everyone else kept drinking except cyn, who was cleaning up and making jook. sigh.
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