I’ll be hosting my first Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow. I’m a little nervous but mostly excited.
My plans this year went very quickly from nonexistent to hosting a dinner for seven orphans—a term of endearment for those of us with no family within reach. Larisa is my orphan-guest of honor as well as co-captain in the kitchen. We ran to three stores in search of a turkey last night. I’m happy to report that all is under control.
I called my mom this morning to get the general turkey roasting directions. My dad made sure to remind me not to let any of my guests drink and drive. I told him that most city folks don’t drive anyway, including ME, now that I don’t own a car any more! His reply: “Yes, I’ve heard that you’re citified.”