Have you ever had one of those moments when you want something, try to plan something, and wish for something? And then get real disappointed when it doesn't work out?
And then discover that you get what you need instead and that was probably (most definitely) better?
That was the theme this Thanksgiving. I wanted a big hoopla, I wanted lots of family, I wanted a four day trip to an unexplored destination.
Instead I got four days of lazy, unplanned, quiet time. Turns out this was just what we needed. We went to a Professor friend's house on Thursday for the big meal with his family but decided it wasn't Thanksgiving without leftovers so we made the whole thing for ourselves on Sunday.
Importantly, most likely due to a new sense of zen brought on by three unhurried days together for the first time in forever, we managed to come to a new chapter in one of our biggest marital tug-of-wars: how to brine the (freaking) turkey.
I finally gave way to the bucket-on-the-porch method Marty had been begging-slash-arguing for for the last five years. In case you are wondering about this method, it involves a five gallon bucket, one fresh turkey, and a whole lot of salty water in a cold space for a long time. Shout out to the weather gods that cut me a break and made it extra cold that night.
And we got the nicest, best, marthastewartjuliachild turkey you ever did see.