Oh Geez, It's Thanksgiving!

Thursday is skating night, and as usual we took the girls to the arena in St. Vital. It's amazing to see the progress in Grace and Greta's skating in just a month and a half. Grace's class meets at the far end of the rink from the door, and she really flies across the ice to get to her teacher. Greta is in love with her teacher Derek, and starts screaming his name from the moment we get in to the building. She is becoming competent enough that Kristie is just on the ice for the fun of it, not as moral support or pick-up-off-the-ice duty.
Anyway, we hadn't made any preparations for dinner afterwards, and were feeling bad for ourselves thinking about how much fun our families were having on Thanksgiving in the States without us. Kristie suggested I run across the way and order something from Boston Pizza for carry out. Big mistake! The noodles in the Jambalaya Fetuccini tasted like they had been in water for an hour or so, and all the ingredients in the sauce tasted steamed or like they were boiled in a bag. The girls' pizza was bland, with a bready crust, sweet sauce, and hardly any cheese.
That's what we get for not going to a local joint like our favorite, Romani's. It's just around the corner from our house, and the waitress there remembers my name from my first day in town when I tried to order a bison burger cooked medium rare. The whole patio got quiet, and she said, "You must be from the States, eh?" They don't do ground meat any way other than well here in MB. In Calgary, (Beef Frenzied)Alberta, however, they will serve it raw on the bun if you want. Anyway, Romani's makes really good food, if a bit over seasoned, and they are really close to our house.

At least we made it home in plenty of time to see Survivor.

Happy Thanksgiving!

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