Another Turkey Come and Gone

Well, another Thanksgiving with just me and Max. It's sad, pathetic and wonderful all at the same time. I set the table for four because two plates would've just looked too lonely, plus I wanted to try out the new dishes which are beautiful. So I took Max's suggestion and got a little bird this time, a 12 pounder, and did the usual fixings: the box bread, pecan and apple pies, squash, brussel sprouts, potatoes, gravy and stuffing. So, needless to say we'll be eating turkey for the next week. The wonderful part is that I didn't have to go anywhere, didn't have to clean the house too much and wasn't stressing about the meal at all. I know a house full of company/family is supposed to be a very festive occasion, but the stress that goes along with it rarely makes for a fun event, at least in my experience. So all those folks who had to gather with people they don't really want to hang out with have my sympathies. Me and Max had a great meal: chatted and enjoyed each other's company, expressed our missing of the girls, and listened to live Pearl Jam through dinner, probably not a tradition in too many households. The good news is if all goes as planned, it will be three of us for Christmas this year and in the next couple of years we may be back to all family members in the US. I'm thinking holidays in LA would be a fun change of pace. As long as we get at least one more awesome trip to Europe before everybody's stateside. We'll see how it goes.