We had our Thanksgiving dinner Friday night. Alan came down with some sort of vomity stomach bug; as of Wednesday, he was starting to mend but still wobbly. We didn't think he was 24 hours away from being able to handle a major meal. So we called everyone ("everyone" being Claudia's parents and the neighbors from down the street) and asked for a reschedule to Friday.
And it was fine. Claude had started preparing in advance, but the extra day made things much more relaxed. (Meaning, merely hectic as opposed to frantic.) We got the table set up, dishes cycled through the oven, and everything pretty much good to go by early afternoon.
The turkey was a butterball. I gather that serious foodies turn their noses up at butterballs. Well, maybe some day we'll (1) live in a country where organic free-range turkeys are available, and (2) have a lifestyle that allows us to ignore four small children for long enough to baste, and baste, and baste. Meanwhile, we're pretty happy to have our butterball.
Sandwiches yesterday, and soup tonight. It's all good.
Oh, and! A very nice apple pie from the apples in our yard. Complicated slightly by the fact that each of the eight apple trees in our yard seems to be a different variant, so we have a bunch of different flavors mixed together. So the pie literally changed taste from slice to slice. But very nice nonetheless.
Meanwhile the vomity bug seems to have moved on to Jacob and David. But that's normal.
How was your Thanksgiving?