I was all ready to can Thanksgiving altogether this year as just Too Much Work (washing dishes for three days afterwards killed my buzz), but now suddenly I'm all excited about it and I'm thinking about who else I can invite (my retired uncle! my Kiwi friend that lived in America for years!) and when do I need to make a reservation to get a turkey and should I take off the Friday too. I'm going to have to keep it really small, no more than eight people, so everyone can actually sit at the table. (Makes me miss the one I had back home, I tell you, and the two extra tables I could stick on to it to make enough room for 16.)
Isn't this silly? I'd been thinking I was going to go to Morocco instead this year and now I'm back to figuring out a recipe for sweet potato pie. I guess all of these years of having wonderful Thanksgivings at my house has made it a day I just can't stand to pluck out of my calendar.