Thanksgiving was a modest affair. A turkey breast, butternut squash puree, cranberry sauce, and homemade bread. The pumpkin pie was a tart, defrosted and my cream had gone rancid.
We used candles. And a tablecloth. It was lovely.
It was just me and the kidlets this year. No husband, no extended family, no friends.
Strange. Not exactly Thanksgiving. But nice. Quiet. Low-key.