Thanksgiving Plans

Harry and I are going to do it ALL this Thanksgiving.

He and his ex take turns having their children for T'day; this year it's his turn so he and I (well, he. I have never roasted a turkey in my life) will make a traditional Thanksgiving dinner for his three grown children and their significant others (one of whom has become vegetarian in the past year, but I'm sorry there will be no Terducken) at our house. My grown-up daughters, who will be dinner hopping, will grace us with their presence for dessert.
Then in the evening Harry and I will repair to my traditional Thanksgiving venue; a moving affair of old friends (and serious foodies) to which I have belonged for almost thirty years.
I will make my signature Brussels Sprouts with Walnuts for 12 (at home) and 23 (at the Foodies.') We will probably serve jellied cranberry goop for the kids' dinner because it's "traditional" but I will draw the line at that "salad" involving miniature marshmallows and Reddi-Whip.
I will be keeping my fingers crossed there will be Brie en Croute and stuffed grape leaves (both traditional hors d'oeures for the foodies) left by the time we get there.
Somewhere in there Harry will have to get his football in. At home, because at the foodies one of the cardinal rules (akin to "there will be turkey") is "NO FOOTBALL."

Happy Anniversary, Harry!

The whole first year we were together we celebrated "monthaversaries." The fourth of each month was cause for wining and dining. (Not that Harry and I ever needed any particular reason to wine and dine.)
This December was an actual anniversary, our second, and was duly celebrated. We went to listen to Armenian music and eat Indonesian food. It was wonderful, but I have to say the best part was coming home. Probably this had something to do with our date coming at the end of a long work week. I think it may also have something to do with the fact that evenings at home together are not so plentiful these days. . .our Netflixs gather quite a bit of dust lying around waiting for us to be at home together long enough to watch one.

Probably when I'm working less I'll be more eager to go out again, but right now my idea of a perfect evening is dinner with Harry, watching TV and fending off the animals, who think the sofa is theirs.

(By Sally)