Turkey Day Redux
When we do Thanksgiving up in Maine it tends to turn into a two-day affair, one day spent with each of Stef’s parents. I suppose this would be more exciting for me if I actually liked turkey and all the fixings that you get at these sorts of dinners, but I don’t. At least not really. Mostly I just like the desserts, and maybe an occasional roll or scoop of stuffing. Which probably explains why I have a tendency to put on more than my share of extra pounds in November and December of each year.
In any case, we had a pleasant enough day hanging out at Stef’s mom’s house waiting for her siblings to show up. We ate dinner in the late afternoon, played around with her brother’s Boston terrier, and eventually plopped down with a bunch of pie and freshly whipped cream to watch Garden State. And that was that.