On the baking agenda: cornbread, pumpkin pie, crack pie, and chocolate bourbon cake. If I get hopped up on sugar there might be more, I dunno.
This year's Thanksgiving is the end of an era. I started doing Thanksgiving myself when Elayna was nine months old, because I didn't want to make her sit in the car for a whole day going up to my aunt and uncle's, plus my aunt and uncle suck. This is the 18th annual Orphans' Thanksgiving.
It's changed a lot. In the beginning, it was just me and two friends. It expanded a lot while we were in Florida as our friends group expanded; it expanded even more once we hit Georgia, and that's when people started coming in from out of state to attend.
I was thinking about that recently, about how weird it is that we don't have a bunch of people coming in from other states anymore. And I realized that that's because so many of the people we love have moved to Boston. So. Not a bad thing!
It changes every year; people start families and start their own traditions. There are any number of people I adore who I don't get to see on Thanksgiving, because they're hosting their own, some for the first time. And as people have emerged from tumultuous times with their birth families, some have started to go back to them. Constant flux.
This Thanksgiving is the end of an era because this is the last year that my daughter, for whom I started this tradition, will be living with me.
Next year will be the first year she brings friends from college home for Thanksgiving. Next year it becomes a foundlings-and-orphans Thanksgiving for real again.