Today we change the face of Butterball
For Scotty, Thanksgiving is always the official start of the holiday season. That’s when Christmas decorations come out, Christmas music starts playing on the radio, and that holiday buzz really gets started. Normally he looks forward to Thanksgiving every year because he loves the smells in the kitchen, the frenzy of cooking, the family togetherness, and the holiday spirit that comes from eating way too much food with your family. This year, Scotty’s having a hard time finding enthusiasm for the holiday season; he thought he’d been adjusting well to the island, but faced with Thanksgiving-and then, of course, Christmas-he can’t stop thinking about how much he misses his home. He misses his parents, especially, and Kevin, and his car, and his friends, and even Kevin’s crazy family. He misses everything that’s familiar, and that’s why this Thanksgiving dinner is a mix of pain and comfort.
He’s got a boar cooking instead of turkey, but all the other trappings are the same. He’s got sweet potato casserole, green bean casserole, macaroni and cheese, mashed potatoes, stuffing, gravy, and cranberry sauce. Vala provided an assortment of breads, and Ned donated some pies. None of Scotty’s recipes are anything experimental or fancy or different-just traditional Thanksgiving food. It’s the traditional part that’s getting him through the fact that he’s managing his first large-scale Thanksgiving dinner without being able to talk to his parents at all. Bustling around the kitchen to make sure everything’s in order, he tries not to think about why today has the potential for being the most depressing Thanksgiving he’s ever had because it’s also one of the most significant Thanksgivings of his life. He’s on his own and making his own meal for his new family-for the islanders. The day has the potential to be as uplifting as it can be depressing.
He wishes he could’ve thrown a smaller party, something more intimate, inviting the friends he’s managed to make so far on the island-in essence, he wishes he could’ve had a pseudo-family get-together. Maybe that would’ve helped with his feelings of detachment and helped carry him through the holiday season. Instead he had to settle for personally inviting the people closest to him to dinner.
The oven timer dings and he takes the boar out of the oven, which finishes his food preparations. Scotty pops Ned’s pies into the oven to warm them up for a few minutes, but other than that, everything’s finished. Even though he would’ve liked something more intimate, the knowledge that people will come and fill his kitchen with chatter and warmth and, maybe, a holiday spirit is brightening. He’ll get to spend the day with people he hasn’t met yet or hasn’t really gotten close to; he’ll get to maybe work on expanding the little group of friends that he does have.
He unties the strings on his apron and pulls it off; he’s done being the chef for now. He’s going to fix himself a plate of Thanksgiving dinner, sit down, and wait for his table to fill up.
OOC: Your Thursday dinner post, going up early. It’s gathering post style, so tag one, tag all. Scotty’s personal invite list includes: the residents of Bohemia, Alcuin, Giles, Felix, the kitchen crew, Toly and Lex, and probably his teachers and classmates even if we haven’t threaded. If your pup would be talking with Scotty often, you’re personally invited! :) As it's a meal post, everyone is welcome, too, remember! Come cheer the guy up on his first Thanksgiving away from home. :)
Subject comes from this amazing song. :)
He’s got a boar cooking instead of turkey, but all the other trappings are the same. He’s got sweet potato casserole, green bean casserole, macaroni and cheese, mashed potatoes, stuffing, gravy, and cranberry sauce. Vala provided an assortment of breads, and Ned donated some pies. None of Scotty’s recipes are anything experimental or fancy or different-just traditional Thanksgiving food. It’s the traditional part that’s getting him through the fact that he’s managing his first large-scale Thanksgiving dinner without being able to talk to his parents at all. Bustling around the kitchen to make sure everything’s in order, he tries not to think about why today has the potential for being the most depressing Thanksgiving he’s ever had because it’s also one of the most significant Thanksgivings of his life. He’s on his own and making his own meal for his new family-for the islanders. The day has the potential to be as uplifting as it can be depressing.
He wishes he could’ve thrown a smaller party, something more intimate, inviting the friends he’s managed to make so far on the island-in essence, he wishes he could’ve had a pseudo-family get-together. Maybe that would’ve helped with his feelings of detachment and helped carry him through the holiday season. Instead he had to settle for personally inviting the people closest to him to dinner.
The oven timer dings and he takes the boar out of the oven, which finishes his food preparations. Scotty pops Ned’s pies into the oven to warm them up for a few minutes, but other than that, everything’s finished. Even though he would’ve liked something more intimate, the knowledge that people will come and fill his kitchen with chatter and warmth and, maybe, a holiday spirit is brightening. He’ll get to spend the day with people he hasn’t met yet or hasn’t really gotten close to; he’ll get to maybe work on expanding the little group of friends that he does have.
He unties the strings on his apron and pulls it off; he’s done being the chef for now. He’s going to fix himself a plate of Thanksgiving dinner, sit down, and wait for his table to fill up.
OOC: Your Thursday dinner post, going up early. It’s gathering post style, so tag one, tag all. Scotty’s personal invite list includes: the residents of Bohemia, Alcuin, Giles, Felix, the kitchen crew, Toly and Lex, and probably his teachers and classmates even if we haven’t threaded. If your pup would be talking with Scotty often, you’re personally invited! :) As it's a meal post, everyone is welcome, too, remember! Come cheer the guy up on his first Thanksgiving away from home. :)
Subject comes from this amazing song. :)