Our adult kids have a problem. All their parents, in-laws and ex-laws live in the same town and expect them to show up to eat turkey sometime on Thanksgiving Day. Except us! We figured out some years ago that (a) piling little kids in and out of a car all day to go visit various relatives is no fun (b) most of them don’t like turkey (c) cooks get annoyed when their hard work is greeted lukewarmly or worse and (d) the last house visted by these circuit riders gets tired children throwing fits and adults already aggravated by heartwarming family visits with the other relatives.
Our solution? Invite everyone to come over the weekend after Thanksgiving (or the one before), in the evening, when we can sit outside by candlelight, drink a little wine, and let the little kids watch videos while the adults share a few moments of genuine conversation. Smooth our fur from the Holiday.
Last year, we sent out an Evite invitation that said “We hope you can join us for a celebration to honor the Italian pilgrims. No turkeys, just some antipasti and something hot with red sauce and garlic bread.” We called it our “maybe we were Italian in a past life” Thanksgiving.
It was so much fun, we’re going to repeat the same thing this year.