or...what I like to think of as the day I celebrate when my Anglo brethren's ancestors had a glutonous feast in recognition of the blessing God had given them..a new land to conquer. I imagine the proud feelings they must have had at their meger first steps toward civilizing the local savages. "This is a fork" (those thankless, simpletons..gripers)
It will just be my little family (me, H, kid) as it always is..since we do not live near close family
It's actually the way I like it. I make the feast. I get control of how the feast goes. I get the left overs. (which no matter how much I make , and I have learned to make enough stuffing for a party of twelve, at least) That man will have it all gone within a few days. He is an eating machine.
Also, a nice perk..we don't have to dress up if we don't want to.
What are your plans this year?











