- The turkey reminds me of my father-in-law, who always assumed the carving duties and insisted all dinners begin precisely at the top of the hour.
- The dressing reminds me of my mother-in-law, who insists you taste-test as you go to make her meal-in-itself recipe just right.
- The whipped cream reminds me of my son, who would top off his pie and then tip the can directly into his mouth for a second helping.
- The crescent rolls remind me of my other son, who never lets the meal go forward without them.
- The sweet potatoes (in scooped-out oranges) remind me of my daughter, whose version is best described as a work in progress.
- The Waldorf salad reminds me of my dear mother, whose recipe – as I discovered years later – is notably different than the one served at the famous New York City hotel.
- The mincemeat pie reminds me of my dear father, with whom I was the only family member to indulge in this carb-laden throwback treat.
- … and finally, the pumpkin pie reminds me of my beautiful wife, who always doubles the spices to make the dessert (and everything else about the meal) twice as nice.
Today reminds me of the bounty of family and friends; a Thursday best spent with those you love (instead of reading blog posts).