Okay, another Thanksgiving is history. Here are my thoughts and "review".

I'll give it a C grade. It was at my sister Barb's house, the one my father bought and she "took over" (driving him out, virtually). She's "Queen Bee", loves the attention.

"Guests were our immediate family--Dad, me, my daughter and her husband and son, plus sister's friend and hubby (who can't talk), AND my ex-wife. NOOOOOOOOOOO!
My other sister, Barb's twin Carole, didn't even show up. She said she had high blood pressure and didn't feel up to coming. That's okay, except that she was to bring cranberry sauce and stuffing. Booo.

I brought fried sweet potatoes (yum), scalloped corn, and a pecan/persimmon pie (yes, I made them). The overall food was delicious, except cold. Thanks, inventer of the microwave. The turkey was an organic 23 pounder @ $6.25/lb! Son-in-law got it in a food trade. My traditional drumstick was very chewy--not fun.

Everybody ate fast, as predicted. I hadn't finished the main course by the time the pie plates were cleaned up and the dishes were in the dishwasher. I ignored their comments except to say "I savor, not snarf". I had to forage for pie an hour later. Heck, I was still eating when people were leaving!

Overall, I really didn't have a good time, despite the wine. I couldn't spend much time with my grandson who was being "attended to" by everybody else, esp. my ex. Stay away! I mean the atmosphere was friendly enough, but with the bad vibes between my father and sister, etc., the atmosphere just didn't feel warm and genuine. Know what I mean?

I suppose I get too disgusted too easily. Or I require "perfection"--I'm too picky. I could go on, but you get the picture. Next, Christmas. Ugh.