This is a new thing for me. The only other time I went to a restaurant on Thanksgiving was when we had to bring my incapacitated uncle Thanksgiving dinner, and the stove malfunctioned. I think someone hit timed cook or clean or something. Either way, we ended up at the take-out line of The Green Ridge Turkey Farm restaurant, bringing my uncle dinner, and eating as a family at home somewhere around nine or ten o'clock at night.
Good times, good times.
This year I hope it's a successful adventure. If not, I guess I'm back to cooking next year. It sure is tempting, though, to have someone else do the work and the clean-up. I'll let you know how it goes, but I suspect it's going to be a major success. Just baking sent me into a tailspin this year because work is remarkably stressful right now. I can't even follow simple directions I'm so spent.
Oh, well. Bring on the waitstaff!
Keeping my fingers crossed and bringing my appetite with me.
Happy Thanksgiving, everybody.
