This year, I’m not merely “looking forward” to Thanksgiving. Oh no. It’s pure, unbridled giddiness. Let me explain: For the first year, in many, many years, I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying put. With the man I love. And it will be glorious. My game plan: Stretchy pants, Christmas movies and extra servings of pie, all dished up in a continual loop for at least 24 to 36 hours.
Although pulling together a two-person menu is nowhere nearly as stressful as one for a 20-person party (haha, suckers!), it does take some planning.