Monday, November 19, 2018

Thanksgiving Dinner

My first Thanksgiving dinner as a missionary was just about as bad as Elder Van Dyke's. We cooked some rice and poured a bottle of Uncle Ben's* sweet and sour chicken sauce on it. Cold. Without chicken.

We were not what you would call competent cooks.

*Strangely a series of Uncle Ben's sauces in a can were the only remotely American food on the shelves of Slovenia stores a couple of years after the fall of communism. These were followed shortly by Dairy Queen and McDonald's restaurants.

1 comment:

  1. In the MTC, I was a mile away from my Grandma's house at Thanksgiving. In the mission field, it was light years away!

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