So...tonight we have a fireside and we're - surprise! - bringing food. We also have an emergency food box and a 72-hour backpack that we had to rotate. Each year we are supposed to eat the food in them and buy new food to replace the old food we ate. The food in them is gross so we gave it to the students and missionaries to eat. Except for the many cans of beans...we had beans in tomato sauce, kidney beans, white beans, pork and beans...beans everywhere.
Mom had her "head boy/slave" dice up a kilo of ham and some onions and some red and yellow peppers and then she sauteed them and added all the beans to make soup for tonight.
I'm telling the students this is traditional American Thanksgiving Soup and we have it every year.
Well, I want to tell them that but my companion Little Miss Integrity won't let me. She keeps quoting the white missionary handbook - something about keeping the commandments. Blah, blah, blah.
She is such a goody two-shoes. My style, such as it is, is being totally cramped. I am not being allowed to express my originality.
Mom had a great birthday...I took her grocery shopping (that's like her favorite thing to do) and then she cooked for four or five hours and then we went to FHE and she got sung to...she loves being sung to...and then we came home and I watched her prepare us some turkey sandwiches. It was awesome.
I did do the dishes all by myself.
Tonight I go home teaching for the first time in Russia. Cool. Mom will be at the firesdide feeding people.
