One of the things we miss the most about living in NYC is Thanksgiving. We have so many great memories of our seven Turkey Days there. We always began the festivities by heading out early to the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. Then we always ended the day with good friends and good food all jam packed into a tiny apartment somewhere in the city.
There was the year we ate picnic style with friends on the floor of our studio apartment.
There was the year that we watched the parade hanging from scaffolding trying to stay out of the pouring rain.
There was the year I cooked my first turkey and it still looked pink inside no matter how long I cooked it.
There was the Great Gravyless Thanksgiving of 2005.
There was the year we watched the parade in the freezing cold and then the year we watched the parade without any coats at all.
There was the year we ordered our turkey from Boston Market and on the taxi ride home, we got a got a flat tire.
Now we are trying to make new Thanksgiving memories, but it’s just not the same. We wish we were there.