Thanks for Thanksgiving

I love Thanksgiving, it's all about eating, no expensive gift giving, no forced jollity at the passing of one more damn year. Just crackling turkey skin, stuffing and pecan pie. Not that I get crackling skin anymore. As I am now a guest, I must chow down on a bird overcooked in an ancient Nesco roaster, which is as close to turkey soup as you can get. Worse, my hosts, carve the bird in the kitchen and discard the oh, so luscious skin. A pox on them. Anyway, I make the stuffing, so every year it's an adventure. I mean I prefer stuffing in the bird, but no one does that anymore. This year, my offering is sage, onion and apple. I also do fresh cranberries because everyone just opens one of those yucky cans. This year: orange zest, vanilla, and Galliano have been added. I think a little too much vanilla. But, really, this is a no-brainer--water, sugar and cranberries, cook for 10 minutes. Although I feel I have less to be thankful for this year, I plan to chow down and hope for left overs. That was the only good part about being the host. All those wonderful left overs. Is there anything better than a next day turkey sandwich with cranberry mayo? I am hoping for good cookies as I have given up on pecan pie. I had a friend once who made the best pecan pie in the world. I should have been a better person and I would still be eating that delish pecan pie.

Anyway, happy turkey day to anyone who reads this--although I get the feeling that this, like my resumes, go off unread into the ether.