i'm a pixel here, myself

Thanksgiving is at my place this year. We're having nine people, including E's parents and sister, and FRE (in town from Scotland for the holiday), plus others. If you don't see me around, it's because I'm attempting to tell myself this doesn't matter that much and simultaneously giving life to every single one of my Martha Impulses.

Somebody stop me; I bought a Calphalon roasting pan and rack.

The menu:
turkey
stuffing (by Stove Top, FRE's favorite)
gravy
mashed potatoes
roasted yams
cranberry sauce (jellied and real)
salad
roasted asparagus and portobella mushrooms
fresh bread
apple pie
pumpkin cheesecake

Nobody is going to be able to *move* when dinner is over. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go brine a turkey.