Is Anyone Hungry?

I'm quite certain that there are those with much sadder tales to tell on Thanksgiving, but I'm having a tiny pity party here.  Why, you may well ask.  Why, indeed.  My house is filled with the smell of a 19 pound turkey roasting to a turn, there's cornbread and sausage stuffing, homemade cranberry sauce, brussels sprouts and garnet yams waiting to be roasted, salad greens with an amazing lemongrette (and everything, everything made with as much local and organic provender as I could find), this Classic All-American Apple Pie, a dessert beloved of G and my father:


And further below a new invention, Espresso-Maple Pecan Pie, inspired by other bloggers and recipes, as well as being something I particularly thought my brother would like.  And so we come to the heart of our Thanksgiving heartbreak -- late last night, my poor brother called me to say that he's horribly sick with a bad cold, had stayed in bed all day trying to beat it, but was pretty sure they would not come to Thanksgiving dinner for fear of infecting my rather frail and elderly father.

So I scrapped the plan for the Pumpkin Tart, and the vegetarian stuffing for my sister-in-law, but still and all, we have enough food for way more than a dozen people, and we'll be four.  One of whom is my dad, who doesn't eat a whole lot to begin with.  So if you know anyone who has nowhere to go, tell them to contact me right away -- they're invited to Thanksgiving...

Comments

[Melissa]

Oh Julie, I SO wish I could take you up on that offer, and certainly would if there weren't a darned ocean in the way. :) I hope you have a wonderful Thanksgiving anyway, and hey, at least you have several days of fantastic leftovers to look forward to!

[Bakerina]

Oh, my love, do you realize that between the two of us, we have six people and almost forty pounds of turkey? (Quattro gave us a really, really big 'un this year. Eeek.) Your turkey looks beautiful. I wish you could have been here to see me fight with mine -- a stuffed, buttered, wingless (for the wings went into the gravy stock) 20-pound behemoth that did *not* want to be trussed. You can't write comedy like this. No one would believe. :)

Happy Thanksgiving, beautiful woman. Hang in there -- we'll be laughing eventually, I swear...

[Pieds Des Anges (Kyla)]

You know, I'd be bummed too, even if I felt bad about my brother being sick. Argh! But I hope you had a really good time with the people that were there!