Today I cleaned out the fridge, made a big spot and plunked the frozen down so that it can thaw. I enjoy Thanksgiving. I wouldn't say it's my favorite holiday (that one would be Halloween) but it's a close runner up.
When I was growing up, it was one of the only times my family was together. And when I say family, I mean my grandpa, dad and Mary. It wasn't a big thing. There wasn't a huge table with lots of people, it was a small affair with Mary's dry turkey and enough food to feed a family of twelve.
I have fond memories of these gatherings and I have always made the time to celebrate it in some way. We don't do family dinners anymore. Grandpa passed years ago. Mary is chest deep in a new business with her boyfriend. My dad and his girlfriend spend most with her parents, but there have been a few times I have spent it with them. So I've taken it upon myself to make a supper for myself and my significant other.
It is always way too much food for two. But my turkey is never dry. I stick to traditional... I make my own stuffing, mash my own potatoes; you won't find Stovetop here.
Small things that you bring along with you as your grow and age. I wouldn't change things in any way.
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