I’ve eaten Thanksgiving food for the past 6 days straight, and I feel great. Never better. My goal was to gain 15 lbs after Thanksgiving weekend, but I actually think I’ve lost a few pounds instead — I think because this is where my metabolism feels most at home and works its best.
Started out Wednesday night by heading out to Strong Island with B to spend Thanksgiving with his family. This was my first time ever out to Strong Island, and I’m not going to lie, I was slightly terrified as I always am whenever I leave Manhattan for another part of “New York.” Good thing we took car service there and back since I probably wouldn’t have gone at all if we had to take the LIRR.
But I joke. Strong Island really wasn’t that bad — quite the contrary. It was absolutely delightful and B’s family really knows how to have a good time. The minute we arrive to B’s home, his parents have a huge bottle of Svedka ready for us with plenty of mixers and shot glasses laid out for us and a few other goods. This certainly wasn’t the quiet Asian Thanksgiving I was used to having back in high school with my immediate family members eating silently around the table with a huge bowl of rice next to the turkey.
After pregaming with B’s parents, his bro, bro’s gf and a few of B’s Strong Island friends, we head out to the LI bars, somewhere called “The Village” (???) or something….. who am I kidding, I have no idea, I was literally blackout and way overly mellow by the time we left B’s house. I’m not even sure how I made it out to the bars, but the only things I remember from the night are:
1) getting free gin and tonics from someone and free apple pie shots,
2) repeatedly falling on B’s shoulder mumbling “I shouldn’t have done that, I shouldn’t have done that,”
3) B helping some girl who was more blackout than me who was passed out in an alley and who thought B was trying to abduct and rape her when he was just trying to help her find her friends, and
4) getting the longest text series in the history of texts from T at 5:30am containing memorable quotes such as “You have earned as much cock as I can gather” and “Fuck Thanksgiving. I’m thankful for your body.”
Well, needless to say, I was hungover STARVING the next day, so I was thankful it was Thanksgiving. B’s mom is an amazing cook and she prepared all the Thanksgiving bests: turkey, honey baked ham, stuffing, cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes, green beans, corn, mushrooms, grilled asparagus, 4 kinds of pie, homemade chocolate chip cookies and HOMEMADE WINE — it was beautiful. I had myself one incredible plate of love.
Thanksgiving Sides
Turkey
Honey Baked Ham
Heart Strong Island and B’s fam. And Thanksgiving didn’t end there. After we passed out circa 7pm on Thanksgiving Day, B and I woke up the next morning to some more Thanksgiving leftovers for breakfast over a Criminal Minds marathon. When it was time to leave Strong Island, we wanted to continue our Thanksgiving eating spree so naturally we went straight to S’s apartment for Thanksgiving #2.
Now I had been spending the past 4 Thanksgivings with S, and he is really known for single-handedly creating quite the impressive Thanksgiving feast. Here’s what S had on the menu this year:
- Roasted turkey stuffed with duck fat
- Foie gras stuffing
- Squid ink stuffing with porcini mushrooms
- Scalloped potatoes
- Sweet potatoes with brown sugar and crushed pecans
- Green beans with crushed pecans
- Cranberry sauce
- Lots of gravy
- Cream fraiche
That’s right. You did read that correctly. He did make foie gras stuffing. And it was maybe the best thing I’ve ever had in my life. Here’s the plate of leftovers I helped myself to for Thanksgiving feast #2.
Thanksgiving #2
I had another one of those plates Saturday and Sunday too. S’s roommate C was really hating on me by the end of this weekend, but no matter. I heart my friends. Fuck Thanksgiving. I’m thankful for my friends.
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