The Mister and I have pretty much gathered up the fixings for Turkey Day.
Nothing out of the ordinary here. When Mom was hosting, I used to turn my nose up at her traditional menu. Now I actually tear up just looking at the calorie laden, processed stuff. The connection to Thanksgivings past is so strong. Pass the canned yams and marshmallows please and don't forget the green bean casserole. We do have roasted brussel sprouts. Mom never served a brussel sprout in her life.
There's a lot of meat in the fridge right now. I don't eat it and The Mister is not fond of turkey but the cats and dogs love it. All the critters will be happy on Thursday.
We always have a bottle of the eagerly awaited Nouveau Beaujolais. My French friends roll their eyes at this junk wine but I like it because you can only get it once a year and then it's gone. Is it good wine? Heck if I know. I like Manischewitz. For real. That's our second bottle of White Christmas brandy. It's supposed to be for the fruitcake but someone's been nipping at it. Guilty.