Here’s how it breaks down at our house. Our thanksgiving feast includes a cast of many (this year we’ve maxed out at 29 family and friends) and comes with two unbreakable rules:
The first is the rookie rule: the newbies get first crack at doing the dishes. We keep this rule on the down-low, for obvious reasons.
The second is our Thanksgiving toasts. Over our first course of oysters and champagne, we go around the table and ask everyone to offer a personal thanks, which are alternately silly, spiritual, simple, funny — and by the last of the toasts — sometimes pretty rowdy. This year, I’m all about simple:
Thank you God for hope. Pass it around.
Cheers and love to you all.