We will be having Thanksgiving at the house for the first time since the year when my mother-in-law decided to drive home through Buffalo (those of you from New York and New England understand why this is bad, right?) The last couple years, we've been meeting up with her in Verona, NY (about halfway between here and Boston), but since she had a 'stroke-like episode', and finances are all wonky, we're both staying home.
This is both good and bad. Mr. Oniya loves the fuss that goes into Thanksgiving - always has. Our first clash with my family came when they waited until last minute (late October) to decide that they weren't going to cancel Thanksgiving at their place and were going to have a family pot-luck. This was after Mr. Oniya told everyone at my grandfather's birthday about all the wonderful dishes he had planned for Thanksgiving at our house (about 15 minutes from my parents house at the time.) Other goodness: My homemade cranberry sauce. I use full-flavor molasses to sweeten it, and it gives it a very distinctive flavor.
The bad part is that a) he's working a seasonal job selling Hickory Farms - all of those little gift meats, cheeses, and snacky stuff that people bring to/buy for holiday parties; b) It's NaNo; c) the house is a mess, since we haven't entertained a decent sized group of people in four years; and d) the roommate may or may not be used to her dentures by then - which means complaints about what she can't eat (and has to watch us eat), and more having more leftovers than we know what to do with. I can definitely say I'm not making soup out of the leftovers. The last time that I made soup, people insisted that they would eat it. As far as I can tell, I'm the only one who dipped into it. It's getting tossed on Tuesday.