B) I'm taking solace in being a sorta-kinda Thanksgiving traditionalist, at least where stuff under this roof is concerned. This prevents me from having an inferiority attack after reading some of the Thanksgiving fare readers have served. You (or y'all, as the case may be) may feel free to post your menus here: I can take it.
As usual, I went out with the in-laws for Thanksgiving day. They have a saying in that family. "There are two kinds of people in the world: Martha Stewart, and not exactly. We're not exactly." We go to the York Harbor Inn in Maine which puts on a buffet, a splendid mix of gourmet and traditional fare. Features included turkey, white and dark, prime rib, lobster newburg, baked haddock filet, bread and sausage stuffing, oyster stuffing, garlic mashed potatoes, orzo with asiago sauce, baked butternut squash with walnuts, baked glazed yams, spinach casserole, several salads, and a decadent dessert table.
Even in this house, that doesn't happen. Cooking for two in a small house is constraining. Still, we have a post-Thanksgiving feast over the weekend. Fare this year was a half turkey, sage rubbed, cornbread stuffing supercharged with chopped red onion and extra celery, swedes (aka rutabaga) mashed with Greek yogurt, my wife's favourite peas and onions. I would love to have seen this turkey alive. The half had an enormous leg and thigh, an equally gigantic wing, and a relatively modest breast and ribcage. Nevertheless it roasted well.
Dessert was a single small pumpkin pie. After York Harbor's offerings (pumpkin pie, Maine wild blueberry pie, flourless chocolate cake, Indian pudding and a few other dainties) it seemed prudent not to go overboard with dessert.
The question before the house is what to do for December 25. For the first time in five years, my clinician daughter got the short straw and will either be on duty or on call until New Years, so that is when the family is getting together. Because of family gatherings, we've already done several Jewish christmases (Chinese food and a movie), and we're exploring alternatives, especially those that don't involve overeating.
Thanks? Well, good friends, a roof over our heads and food to eat. In addition, it was the second Thanksgiving in a row that the Beast didn't come to call. This allows me to have dinner without an embarrassing scene, and to join in the traditional post-prandial walk along Maine beaches.
We count only the gifts we have received, and look no further.