The leaves are changing, and it’s getting colder here. I can’t believe that December is just a week away! Where does the time go?
I have three complaints about autumn in Spain:
1. There hasn’t been nearly enough pumpkin in my life this season (did I mention that I miss pumpkin flavored things on my blog?). To compensate for this loss, I’ve made three different dinners for my roommate and I with butternut squash. To Spaniards, butternut squash is also considered pumpkin, because it’s, well, highly undervalued. Anyway, next year this time, when I am back in the U.S.A. feel free to ask me to make you some butternut squash risotto, butternut squash thai stir-fry, or penne with roasted butternut squash and sage. I’m a seasoned professional at this point.
2. I have been Sicky McGee for 6 weeks. Yes, six. Seis. Whatever your language you prefer…count ’em…1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. That’s extreme. So I finally went to the doctor. She was very kind, patient, and we communicated in Spanglish. She prescribed me three medications which only cost 12 euros (go Spanish healthcare!) in total. It’s been three days and I can finally breathe through my nose. Yippee!
3. Thanksgiving. I’d like to start this bullet point by expressing my irritation with all of you and your facebook statuses about having a 3 day week. SOME of us (eh hem) have to work all 5 days this week. SOME of us live in countries that don’t know about Thanksgiving. SOME of us won’t be eating pumpkin pie (unless I can figure out how to make it with butternut squash…). The Spanish translation of Thanksgiving is “Accion de Gracias” literally meaning “the action of thanks.” I think this is cute. My plans for Thursday include going with a few friends to a British restaurant that is hosting a Thanksgiving dinner. I’m not sure why the Brits are taking on the responsibility of this meal, but maybe they just noticed an untapped market. Either way, I’m hoping it’s delicious. I’ll also be live skyping in to the Blewett/Kolarik meal of glory.