My best gal pal D Money and I are homeless for Thanksgiving. That's pretty much par for the course in our line of work, and we've both become accustomed to missing out on those monumental holidays with the family. This time though, things will be a little different.
We're trying our own hand at cooking dinner.
I think I might have to put the fire department on speed dial just in case, but should everything work out as planned (and why shouldn't it?), here's what's on the menu:
Turkey breast (I am not quite ready to try a whole bird)
a green veggie of D's choosing
Stuffing with oysters
Oh, and the wine. How can I forget the wine. Mulled, chilled, or breathing: we're going to have it all.
This should be interesting.