- As lovely as it was not to cook Thanksgiving dinner, I think I much prefer hosting.
- It turns out that I have several strongly held beliefs about Thanksgiving.
- Stuffing must be Pepperidge Farm, the blue bag.
- Turkey should be cooked the same day that it gets served.
- Mashed potatoes should be made a day ahead, and be lumpy.
- Cranberry sauce should be whole berry, and lots of it should be provided, even in the doggie bags.
- Regardless of my laundry lists of beliefs, the meal was delicious and our hosts were lovely.
- But is rather odd to sit in on another family's Thanksgiving.
- The inside family jokes totally flew over my head, and I felt a bit overwhelmed by trying to keep everyone's name and relationship straight.
- And then when I realized that not only is this not my family, but I also would never see these people ever again in my life, the effort seemed somewhat pointless.
- So I kept wondering how Rebecca's family's game of charades was going.
- And who was cooking the bird at my dad's place this year, as that totally changes the whole dynamic of the holiday.
- And I really, really miss my cats and my bed.
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