Somewhere in late October I started thinking "family Thanksgiving" and decided it was probably going to be at my house this year. Although having guests balance their loaded plates on their laps might have been a good you tube video, I decided my rugs might not recover.
I knew preparing the food in my new kitchen would be a dream. Guess I blocked out the fact that most of my seldom used pans and serving bowls are now stored in the basement. So there were more than a few trips up and down the stairs.
PS: Somehow everyone missed getting a picture of John carving the turkey. And by the end of the evening when he was lugging piles of dishes up the stairs, everyone had put their cameras aside for the night. Thanks for your help, John.