So I got a call from our younger daughter and her husband the other night, asking if they can come for Thanksgiving dinner.
This is both embarrassing and heartening. Didn’t November just begin? Bottom line: I am very glad they felt free to call. Of course, we want them. I just hadn’t paused long enough to pick up the phone and ask.
Then they gave me the complete menu they’re hoping for. I consider this a compliment. And a relief. First, they apparently like dishes I’ve made through the years. Second, this saves me rooting through my stash of recipes, looking for something amazing.
But let me quickly add that with the menu they proposed came their suggestions about who should make what. This was clearly not simply a call-in order for a Thanksgiving meal.
Here’s the line-up they proposed: