Looks like Thanksgiving will be an ordinary day this year. The boys aren't coming home. Marty's in California, and he might make it to Nevada to be with his grandmother and uncles and cousins. But both Ryan and Scott have to work. I don't blame them for not wanting to make that treacherous drive over the passes to eat a little turkey. I understand.
But for years I always had company, friends who had nowhere to go. It seems this year everyone has other plans. Maybe it's a blessing, though. Looking on the bright side, I don't have to clean the house for company.
I do, however, still have to cook dinner. Our dear "Precious" was butchered last weekend and weighed in at 22 lbs. 1/4 oz. We raised her just for this occasion, the dear bird. I won't have her go to waste. We'll still roast the turkey and make all the traditional side dishes. We'll just have to freeze a lot this year for future meals.
Anyone who doesn't have a place to go... and doesn't mind a messy house... is welcome to come to dinner!