It was perfect, wonderful, absolutely nothing went wrong! Yep, that tone you hear in my voice is disappointment.

This was Abe's and my first Thanksgiving as a married couple and being far away from family and friends, we had to do dinner all on our own. I decided we would do a roasted chicken (seeing a turkey is way too big for just two people!), stuffing, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce (Abe's idea not mine, I hate that stuff!), rolls, roasted yams and carrots, salad and a glass of wine for each. I was a bit experimental with the chicken seeing I'd never stuffed a bird before in my life; I added tons of garlic. My theory with cooking is garlic basically makes everything taste good. Of yeah, that and butter. In the end everything turned out yummy and delicious: the potatoes were creamy, the chicken savory and juicy, the salad crisp, the rolls warm, and the wine dry with a hint of heat.

And that is basically the end of my story. There were no disastrous roasted chicken accidents!! No lumpy potatoes! No spilled red wine on white linen table cloths that my great great grandmother gave me (I don't own any white linen)! Nothing, nothing interesting happened at all! We ate, enjoyed a very delicious meal, cleaned up and then watched a movie. So much for an interesting newlywed, first time by our selves Thanksgiving dinner story!

Of course...there's always Christmas.