The first time I cooked the Thanksgiving feast was in 1996, four months after Robert and I were married. We feasted with my parents, my brother, and my sister and her family. My mom took these pictures so she’s not in them, but she played the very important part of Advisory Chef.
For me, Thanksgiving Day has always been about family/friends and food. I regret that Europeans did not integrate peacefully with the people already living here hundreds of years ago. I hope you have a wonderful day full of great people and yummy stuff!
I love looking at old photos and remembering stuff in them. I barely remember this apartment Robert and I lived in before we left California for Virginia. I still have that old crock pot, but I don’t even remember that blender. I wish I still had that SDSU t-shirt, but I wore it out.
Those dishes no longer exist, but that turkey platter is still the one I use every year and will hold the turkey that’s roasting in my oven as I type this. Most of those audiotapes are gone and even if we had them, there’s only one tape player in our possession — in my van — but those bookcases behind us are still in use, holding Robert’s figures and other gaming things.