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I am thankful that I somehow managed to cook the best and most beautiful turkey I've ever cooked (I made everyone come into the kitchen and stare at it before I hacked it up. I can cook, I can't carve). I am thankful that I was able to make Thanksgiving dinner for my family. I am thankful that we are able to carry on traditions. I am thankful that I was able to get it all done (almost) on time (despite the fact that I went into the day with zero game plan, my dad would have had the whole schedule tacked to...

I usually spend Thanksgiving over an oven. Dressing the turkey, mashing the potatoes, casseroling the green beans. It's my favorite meal and one of those things I shared with my dad over the years as we both worked in the kitchen all day. It was one of those things I took over on my own the last couple of years. It was poor planning on my part that had me spending Thanksgiving traveling all day. Taking two mini buses and two ferries. From Koh Lanta back to Phuket. Alone. Getting back to a city that I didn't much care for just...

My dad was the family cook. Since he had been bedridden I had been planning on taking over this year anyways. There was no question in my mind that we wouldn't have Thanksgiving dinner. Ever. Even if, at first, because the big turkey is my favorite meal of the entire year. And even if, at last, I had already bought $200 worth of groceries that I didn't want to go to waste....