When you're invited to the home of a professional chef for Thanksgiving dinner, you say yes. Your grandmother and her creamed dilly beans, God willing, will still be there at Christmas, but those slow-roasted Cornish game hens won't! Since everyone got their own birds, there were plenty of the treasured oysters to go around--two each.
Before dinner, we hit the beach to see if we could spot some dolphins. They must have all been eating dolphin Thanksgiving dinner and watching dolphin football (the Dolphins), because we didn't see any. It was a gorgeous day, though.
The meal was superb. The company rocked. The uber played George Michael on the way home. Pretty great Thanksgiving.