It was almost a disaster. Almost. We had it planned for months. Call and order Christmas dinner from the military base. There were so many people working, and it was easier on the Koreans who couldn't cook to save their life, but it didn't work out. Our plan failed. It didn't just crash, but face planted and spontaneously combusted into ashes. The military base, well, they didn't come through, and Christmas Eve, Kyle and I were calling people to figure out a new plan. It was difficult. I didn't want to have to do a big cook-a-roo right before we were scheduled to pack up and leave, but it didn't look like we had much of a choice if we wanted a Christmas dinner. And there also was the issue of NO TURKEY. So we bought chickens. And we didn't invite the Koreans. I felt really bad. I knew my preschool teachers were really looking forward to the dinner, but we couldn't invite them and not the others, and it would just be WAY too much work to cook for 30 people. So we kept it small, and miraculously it turned into a dinner.
I did burn my finger on scalding water, but other than that it went off without a hitch.