Next year I am buying the gravy and I am not going to make homemade dressing.  No more oven-toasted Italian bread cubes for me!  I’m returning to bags of Pepperidge Farm stuffing mix and calling it good.

Why, you ask?

Neither process went well.  Just ask my daughter Nancy, who did her best to rescue the gravy, add flavor to the dressing and solve the problem of undercooked turkey breasts (it was only on one side and easily fixed with another 20 minutes in the oven, but still…) while happy, hungry friends came through the front door.

But despite all that, a good time was had by all.  I’m so glad Nancy had the brilliant idea to take a picture.

Ah, the food…

There were the usual fabulous desserts. And a new game: Catch Phrase. I’m not sure we were playing it properly, but there were a lot of laughs as we tried.

Every year we are all together for this holiday, I am so, so grateful.