Exploring the city, I am a tourist-in-training. I stop to take countless pictures, wander aimlessly, happy to be lost amidst all the architecture.
Statues that caught my eye.
The city as seen through "the bean."
Color-changing brick and city-scape.
And then, Part two: Thanksgiving with my brothers, Steven and Tommy, and Matt.
Apple-tofurkey stuffing with homemade rosemary bread
Garlic mashed potatoes with broccoli coulis
Buffalo Brussel Sprouts (deep fried deliciousness)
Deep Greens warm salad with cranberries and cumin
Homemade cranberry sauce
And for desert, pumpkin and apple pies and a warm mulled wine.
Homemade cranberry sauce.
Lady Guadalupe watches over our table.
Buffalo Brussel Sprouts and spicy dipping sauce.
Tommy's plate (photo: Tommy Jackson)
And after the extravagance of Thanksgiving, a simpler meal: gluten-free pasta with balsamic-glazed brussell sprouts and basil with a side of braised turnips.
Part three: Hungary.
My plane takes off in a matter of hours.
I have a lot, as always, to be thankful for.
The next time I write I will be 8 hours ahead of myself, in a new apartment, city, and country.
Am I prepared?
I like to think so.
Although, the only Hungarian words I know by heart are apple, berry, and no.
So on the plus side, I can say this: "No apple-berry!"
I bet you can imagine the downside.
But my plane ride is 15 hours long, so baby, I've got time.
Cheers, guys. See you on the other side.