For the first time in my 31 years of existence, my parents went out of town for Thanksgiving. So, I cooked the full meal on my own. Thankfully, I’ve helped my mom cook Thanksgiving a lot in the past few years, so I had it pretty well under control, but it still felt weird not to be in the kitchen with my family.
Initially it was just going to be Taylor and me, but Taylor’s parents decided they were going to come over. I was already planning on cooking enough food, so I didn’t have to change my plans at all. And cooking at home meant I finally had a fancy excuse to use my wedding china for the first time in 3.5 years.
I bought a small turkey. It also did not have any wings or legs, which was fine with me, since I don’t eat dark meat anyway.
I cooked macaroni and cheese (the blue box, for T) and mashed potatoes, with plenty of butter and milk.
Frozen yeast rolls that rise up to look like homemade.
Stovetop stuffing, broccoli and gravy.
I rounded out the meal with a fresh-baked (frozen) apple pie and vanilla bean ice cream.
It was a delicious meal and I’ve still got plenty of leftovers.