We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
At the Maggie's HQ, we obviously had to take over the parlor for Thanksgiving. Cozy, ain't it? I'll have all the fireplaces going. Instead of my usual prayer, I will read Washington's 1789 Thanksgiving Day Proclamation this year.
Everybody brings a side or two or three, an hors d'oevre, or a dessert. I do the turkeys and stuffings, and Mrs. BD makes a few winter squash pies and the squash soup (for this crowd, served standing in mugs, not at the table). We have ages 3 to 91 this year.
This year, the youth will do all the dishes and put them away. They had darn well better...
Looks and sounds fabulous. Our crowd ranges from just about to be born (my daughter's second child) to me (61). We've got a similar setup with the dining table extended with two fold up tables. Running from the dining room into the living room. Thank goodness we have a Cape. One large turkey roasted in the oven, two turkey breasts slow cooked in the smoker. All the usual sides. Forecast to be quite cold tomorrow.
One sister and her spouse arrived Sunday. Another sister and her spouse, my son and his family, and my brother and his family, including his new GF, arrive later today. My wife's brother and sister and their families, and my third sister and her family will be here tomorrow.
My favorite holiday.
Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours, I wish that it turns out as beautifully as you plan.
Fancy, definitely a step up from our ping pong table in the garage to hold everyone. Traditionally the first ball served into the gravy signaled the end of the meal. I notice a nice selection of napping chairs near the table, very convenient.
Looks very nice. For 45 years I cooked for between 25 and 30 people having to nearly pull teeth to get s family to bring one side dish. Last year I decided to just have desert at out house and again this year. Are everybody's family's as lazy as ours?