Getting the thanks ready for English club

Tomorrow's Thanksgiving, and I've been thinking about it constantly. What can I make here that I can share with my English clubs? What decorations? What food? What activities? But, the question isn't only what can I prepare--it's how. I have thought about the possibilities of presenting a turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, pies, cranberry sauce--just about anything--to the clubs. But, I've run into difficulties with ingredients, my own time, my lack of an oven and lots of equipment for cooking and the fact that I don't have many hands to get everything to the clubs, warm and on time. I could have solved this with more planning, but unfortunately, I didn't ask for much help. So, it's the night before Thanksgiving, and I'm trying to be creative in the kitchen. First, I decided to make some cornbread in the fifth floor oven.  One cornbread down (shaped like a flower, because I borrowed my friend's flower oven-safe pan), and one more to go. It's funny running up five flights of stairs every time I check the oven, but I'm thankful that I am allowed to use it. The fifth floor is a special floor, with a special guard at the entrance. I don't know what sets the students living on that floor apart, but I know I'm allowed in because I am the American who is living in the building for the year. They let me wash my clothes in their washer and, as I found out today, use their oven. It's very kind. The rest of the people living in the dorm do not have such luxuries.

(Side note about the dormitories: At our university, the curfew for the dorms is 11pm. This means that if you are out later than 11, you must notify a guard beforehand. If you don't notify a guard, and you come back late, you probably won't be allowed out the next night. I somehow don't fall under these rules, though, so I can ring the doorbell whenever I'd like and a guard will open the door. A guard is one of the several women who rotate shifts, constantly sitting in a room next to the entrance. One of these women always puts my hood up before I go out into the cold. Today she told me that it was -5 degrees Fahrenheit before I headed out for a half and hour walk across the city. Chilly.)

Next, I was hoping to make some pie. Unfortunately, I can't find all the pans I need, so I've decided to make just pumpkin pie filling. (Update: I just cooked the pumpkin, and it turns out that it's a spaghetti squash. Who knew?) Lastly, I'm making cranberry relish. I bought fresh cranberries from someone selling at a stand on the street. (There are regularly people selling berries on the street. Berries, potatoes and woolen clothing.) I understand that these dishes only represent a little bit of the Thanksgiving table and that they, alone, don't really go together. I'm excited to share them, nonetheless. English club's on Thursday at 5. Hope you can make it.