That's what was on the menu Thursday night as I celebrated Thanksgiving with a few hundred of my closest Hebrew U friends at a big Hillel dinner at a hotel in Jeru. "Indian Rooster" is what they call turkey here in Israel. Frankly, I didn't care what they called it, I was ready to throw down cause Thanksgiving dinner is my time to shine.
Ok so there was no cranberry sauce, no stuffing, no mashed potatotes, no pumpkin pie, no pecan pie, no football, or most of the other traditional trimmings. But there was Indian Rooster, a DJ, a lot of wine, mimes, clowns, and...the hora! Haha, at one point I was like "Is this Thanksgiving or did I accidentally walk into the Goldberg bar-mitzvah?"
Whatever, it was a good time. Picture time:
Pre-wine pic with Drew.
Pre-wine pic II...with Ilan and Nati.
What? YOUR Thanksgiving dinner didn't
include mimes, clowns, and jugglers?
Awkward moment with my French roommates.
Mmmm, Indian Rooster. And yes, I'm wearing a
sweater vest. Deal with it.
Good times with the French kid and wine.
"Yes I'll have the turkey, stuffing, and some hora."
Me and Drew eating each other's cake. Don't ask.
Emily, Drew, and me. Emily is the girl.
Mike, Drew, Me. Drunk.
So that's what a makshift Israeli Thanksgiving looked like. Happy Turkey Day! May your leftovers be plentiful. And, if you still have some stuffing left over when I come home in February...lemme know.
-E
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