In Fall of 1999, we celebrated our first American Thanksgiving. We were without a car, in California, in a town that you badly needed a car to go ANYWHERE. A friend of Geoff's was heading back home to NY for the holiday and offered us the use of his car. Sweet! The world would be our oyster! We figured, hey with a car we could go anywhere for Thanksgiving dinner.
Oh how ignorant we were!
Nothing was open. Nothing. We drove around and it was like the town was deserted. Really? Not even KFC?
Disappointed, we drove home and ate from the food in our cupboards. Which was probably spam and beans, or something else depressing.
I'd like to contrast that sad image with the feast we'll be having this year: turkey, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, stuffing (or dressing, if you will), pecan pie, pumpkin pie, cornbread, rolls, cranberry sauce and my favorite: gravy.
If you have no place to go for Thanksgiving, you are welcome here.