This week, I am undertaking what feels to me like a daunting, yet wholly invigorating, challenge: I'm playing host to 12 people for Thanksgiving.
Through it all, my urban sisters have been here for me. They've lifted me up, and they've lovingly fed me the bitter pill of reality when that's what I've needed. These are amazing women, people. Seriously.
So you can understand how magnificent is the opportunity (and the honor) to spend Thanksgiving with them. One of them is bringing her mother, someone I've longed to meet ever since I first heard about her. Another is bringing a precious new bundle, along with the bundle's grandparents, aunt and uncle.
The Willie Bird is being picked up tomorrow, as is the Fatted Calf Cider-Brined Ham. Nannie's Party Potatoes are making their annual appearance, along with another of Colin's family traditions: Macaroni & Cheese.
The ladies are bringing everything else -- Cat wrote up the rest of the menu here. Read it only with something to catch the drool -- you've been fairly warned.
So it's with a wide smile that I wish each of you a Happy Thanksgiving! It's been a good year for us here, and I hope it has been for you, too.
Go forth, eat well, and enjoy your turkey coma!