Thanksgiving Dinner

That's RIGHT! Complete with turkey, stuffing, mashed 'taters, string beans, corn, and sauce - no not gravy, SAUCE! Maddis had Dave and I over last night, Sunday, for our very own Thanksgiving dinner. It was delicious. Maddis is an interesting cook and woman all together, but very, very kind. She loves to make the foreign guys feel right at home.

She lives here in an overly classic Swedish country house. It seriously looks just like a big red barn, but is so cozy you'd swear you were walking into some fairytale, Hansel and Gretel maybe? She and her commonlaw who's name I still cannot pronounce have a beautiful yard - large front lawn with real grass and a stellar garden where they grow their own....um....flowers and herbs? It's always so cold and dark that I haven't gotten a good look at everything yet, but it's so open and green when it's not covered in snow that it HAS to be nice. She apparently has a moose for a friend who occasionally pops by to say hello. I've yet to personally confirm that there are ANY moose in Sweden.

The inside is wonderful. It's always so perfectly warm and smells of her meatballs and potatoes. The lights are soft and candles are lit in the corners. I hate cats, but they leave me alone and I pet them only when I need a break from the broken conversation. Every time we eat there the four of us sit around their small table. We are guests of honor and always eat to our hearts content. The best part of our stay is after dinner when we retire to the livingroom around the fire and the hockey or football game. Within 20 minutes both Dave and I are snoozing away on the couch. It's seriously a bit surreal how comfortable it is. Just thought you'd like to know that I'm in good hands.