It was a beautiful day for Thanksgiving. The air was cool, and the sun was shining. A perfect fall day. The turkey came out well--I have never made turkey before, so it was an adventure--especially since I couldn't find an actual bird to roast. I ended up throwing two turkey breast tenderloins in a crockpot (with some white wine, sliced granny smith apple, leeks, rosemary, thyme, and lemon juice), and to my relief, it was tasty. The stuffing was fine (though I have a ridiculous amount of it left--good thing it's my favorite dish at T-giving!), as were my brussels sprouts. Thank goodness. The last thing I wanted was a terrible dinner. Especially since I only have my illustrious companion kitty, to help me eat it.
I wish I had been able to spend the day with my parents--but they live far away. I don't have any other family, and after a disastrous T-giving last year, I've made it a policy to not accept invitations.
So, a lonely Turkey Day... but a peaceful one, which I can fully support.
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