Thanksgiving is hands-down my favorite holiday. The only expectation is to overeat and spend time with loved ones -- no gifts, materialism, or stress -- just some old-fashioned quality fun. We hosted fifteen at our house, and it was my very first time in charge of the turkey. I went with the arduous deconstructed version from Julia Child, where you de-bone the thighs and take off the backbone (I wrestled with the carcass for nearly an hour to accomplish what she did in mere minutes), and it was a true success of tender perfection.
Stuffing, gravy, a train building adventure, too much wine, and a table full of desserts later, we unbuttoned our pants and reveled in how amazing a nice meal and simple acknowledgement of gratitude can fill not only the belly but the soul as well. Our ten-year-old photographer captured some amazing moments of our evening spent otherwise devoid of technology.
