- Celebrating Thanksgiving.
- Celebrating together, just us four.
- Eating at home.
A much-desired and enthusiastically-produced thankful tree, I should say:
Some years we eat Thanksgiving dinner with family, some years we go out to eat, one year we ate one of those Stouffer's family-sized lasagnas and then went to a sci-fi convention, but this year we cooked our own Thanksgiving feast. The menu consisted of:
Made-from-Scratch Yeast Rolls
Matt's Amazing Entire Turkey
Including One Turkey Leg for Each Child
Miso-Roasted Brussels Sprouts and Potatoes
And, of Course, Two Kinds of Pie
Pie #1, obviously, was pumpkin, baked with my own fresh pumpkin puree. Pie #2 was, briefly, a pumpkin-brownie pie, until Matt opened the refrigerator door with too much emphasis and Pie #2 took a suicidal nose-dive onto the filthy kitchen floor. The little sous chefs and I were very sad, until Matt surprised us with a very non-traditional pumpkin-chocolate pie combination that was so insanely delicious that I'm going to ask him to make it again for me tomorrow so that we can write down the recipe and eat pumpkin-chocolate pie FOREVER!
I Did Mention the Entire Turkey, Yes?turkey stock will be followed up upon by those who are willing to perform such kitchenly duties.
It was a happy, happy day. Some memories, such as the translation of Willow's thanksgiving leaf (which reads, by the way, "I am thankful that Gracie is purrsy"--ah, invented spelling!), may eventually fade--