Slaving away over a hot stove.
Oh, here is the REAL cook, who told me to quit messin' with his stuff! His turkey breast was unbelievably moist and tender and the risotto with vegetables was delicious. Everything was good, and some of us ate too much and still found room for peach cobbler and ice cream. That would be Laddie and myself who had seconds on the cobbler and ice cream.
Little Chris, Laddie, and Amelia. A small, quiet Thanksgiving, but there was plenty of good company, good food, and wine.
Then there was a little obligatory football, while the girls flipped through the Pottery Barn catalog looking for inspiration, and I took a brisk walk around the block.
After it was all over, Fee and I grazed on the left overs, and I read. Another Thanksgiving, another turkey, but little fanfare. A lowkey, relaxing day.