The Thanksgiving Thing

For the past three years, I have spent Thanksgiving in West Yellowstone, Montana with my ski club, putting in lots of hours of training and eating. Burning an average of 1500-2000 calories a day training, means a lot of eating, which I happily oblige! Really, I have no issue with gorging myself on food...except when it is food at the Days Inn provided by some skiing foundation. It is not that it is uneatable-I mean the salad and desserts are really good (when you get some..)-but the rest of the food is...well uhhh creative? I know I am suppose to be healthy, but piling every single dish with all the vegetables they can fit is a little excessive, I mean eggplant really? I am not sure if that is even edible....or their weird obsession with oysters? Please, leave it out of the spaghetti sauce. I have eaten some strange bread called lavasha (it was pretty good) and Naan (not so good), but really WHAT KIND OF NAMES FOR FOOD IS LAVASHA OR NAAN!?

Instead my friend
Kaley and I just eat Nutella and Wheat Thin Stixs! Seriously so yummy! We have already gone through 3 boxes of the stixs and one jar of Nutella. After we finished our jar of Nutella we went scavenging for some more yesterday, on Thanksgiving. West Yellowstone is a dead town on Thanksgiving. Well It
is a dead town without it being a holiday.
Kaley devouring the last of the Nutella 

We did not find much. Only one gas station was open and the ski shop. But what we did find was our friends Sienna and Anna getting creative to pass the time. Sorry for the blurry picture. If you cannot tell what they are doing I will explain. They took a bungee cord rope, tied it around themselves, found a recycling bin and took some cardboard, and pulled each other on the iced coated streets. Directly in the center of town-in the middle of the street. Living life on the edge.

All in all, Thanksgiving was pretty good. Even though we did have tacos for lunch (we did have a normal Thanksgiving dinner though) and there was the unrepeatable whipped cream incident, nothing can beat playing a massive game of sardines in the hotel, running in the woods at night, getting hyper off vending machine food, and snuggling with some of the best work out buddies anyone could ask for. Thanksgiving this year really made me appreciate my mother's cooking and my family's craziness that I missed. Oh well, there is always next year!

Until Next Time,

Miss Sass A Frass