This year, Thanksgiving was a little underwhelming. Mr. French and I, for various reasons, were not really looking forward to it as we usually do.
I was determined to do something for the kids though. On a whim, we ordered a smoked turkey from a local restaurant. And we should have bought a pie but I’m very picky about baked goods and we didn’t do enough research to find a good one. So I made an apple crisp.
And then we made the kids do everything else.
And the boys said it was the most fun holiday they’ve ever had. (Maybe they forgot that some holidays have presents?)
After everyone sat down with very full plates, C and J said everything was good but they just weren’t hungry anymore. And S said he was still hungry and he went on to have three helpings of everything. Felicity ate cranberry sauce and a couple of green beans.
And then we watched a movie about Henry Ford and a movie about the history of Alaska. (Because Mr. French is in charge of the Netflix queue.)
So actually, it was much better than I expected.