Thanksgiving post mortem

Slept late. Thanksgiving went off without a hitch. Prepping in advance was the way to sanity-- allowing me time to polish some silver, set the table and count the knives and forks. Our dishwasher has been funky-- so I even had the chance to descale some of the cloudy glasses(soak in hot water with a good deal of vinegar in the mix, rinse, regard and redo as necessary before rewashing).

The ubernice turkey was just that. Looked like a photo from a Ladies Magazine. Cut like a dream. And, best of all, a toast from the thoughtful and spare speaker, Alexander, who RAVED about it. No faint praise from someone who decisively hates turkey.