We hosted Thanksgiving again this year and 6 of our friends came up from Zürich for it. We cooked up a 7.5kg turkey for 8 people and it was just enough for dinner with leftovers for two sandwiches the day after (barely). Our group ate really heartily and did justice to the gluttonous meaning of Thanksgiving. One of the guys had three full helpings of everything and another picked off every single piece of meat from the turkey after we had carved it and ate almost an entire plate of just turkey. Anyway, here are the few pictures I took.
The table (sorry I didn't get a picture until people were about done with their first helpings):
This is Sprüngli's "coffin cake" (with my grandma Nellie's cheesecake in the background - which gets finished completely every single year). The coffin cake is named as such I think because it's basically death by chocolate ... but it's also shaped like a coffin. Compliments of Nico. I love it when people bring desserts from Sprüngli!!
In Nico's own words: "This is as dense as chocolate can possibly get. If it were to be any more dense it would be a black hole." It tastes like heaven in your mouth but feels like lead in your stomach. We cut slices very very very small. Below is what a cross section looks like. The top triangle part is pure truffle, very dense, the bottom is that same creamy truffle bit layered with some cake.
Everybody spent the night either at our apartment or at hotels in Bad Dürkheim and on Sunday morning we made everybody pancakes (with real maple syrup of course) then went for a walk up to the Flaggenturm.
It was extremely windy at the top but I took a picture of everybody trying to hide from the wind anyway.
Since I haven't blogged in over a month, here are a few random pictures of things I meant to blog about but didn't like the amazing golden colors the trees turned in early November. This picture doesn't do it justice but the day we went for a walk around the woods and saw all the colors I forgot to bring a camera. Next year!
And the big heron that perches on the tiniest branch all the way at the top of a tree behind our apartment building:
