I spent this one alone, as usual. They don’t make tiny turkeys, so I whipped up a pasta dish for the holiday.
Too bad you had to do it alone. But I bet the pasta was good.
I noticed that the elderly gent next door to us was home alone when I returned. I was quite surprised cause his family is usually in and out all the time. I was expecting to see them all gathered there.
Nope. But the first Thanksgiving I spent alone I cooked a Cornish game hen stuffed with a sage dressing. Looked enough like an itty-bitty turkey to satisfy me. (grin)