Giving Thanks! (to Turkeys)

There’s some advantage to setting the table with name tags. You get to sit to exactly who you want, knowing the conversation will be a delight and the evening fly by. It did.

In our fortunate life, we have much to be thankful for. While, I won’t make a tear swelling list here, one simple thing that comes to mind is learning, due to our wedding, that I could cheaply rent plates for our twenty guests and that I’d have the delight of having matching tableware without having to the do the dishes.

Here’s one other: having twenty guests. As our first Thanksgiving dinner at the Gardnovsky Gardens and Home for Wayward Pets, it was lovely to have such an unexpectedly large crowd and enough pot-lucking to be able to pull it all together with not too much effort or sweat, though let’s face it throwing in the slaughtering our own turkey made me feel like Martha has nothing on me.

For those following the Turkey Transition, I’m happy to report that they were delicious. New Tiny weighed in at 6 pounds, 8.5 ounces and was small enough that I roasted her like a chicken. The meat was tender and flavorful. As someone not normally a fan of turkey, I instantly started thinking of having another for Christmas.