As I already mentioned in another thread, I cooked bone-in turkey breast, which is a turkey with the legs and wings brutally ripped from a whole turkey, and my sister made Stove Top stuffing and green bean casserole.
The day ended on a sad note. My sister took my 90-year-old mom back to her assisted living apartment, and talked to her an hour later, and my mom has no memory of coming to my sister's house for Thanksgiving dinner. That really was a punch in the gut for me. I feel really bad for my mom, because she really enjoyed having Thanksgiving dinner with us, she even said grace before the meal, and doesn't remember any of it.
My mom has driven me nuts all my life, but now I can't help but feel sorry for what she's going through. I'm here for another day, and plan to visit her, and she won't remember I was there. She at least knows who I am, although she isn't always sure how we are related, but if she asks how we know each other, and I say, "You know who I am," she will think for a few seconds and say, "Your my son."
But anyway, she had a good day, whether she remembers it or not.
CD