We had a very quiet Thanksgiving Dinner- my son wound up not being able to get home for Thanksgiving Vacation, and it was just the three of us. Well, four- if you count Harry under the dining room table waiting for any scraps to fall.
Quiet doesn't mean bad- just different. Like the fact that the turkey had a different taste to it- slightly odd taste. Couldn't figure it out for the life of me. And then as I was cleaning up and getting ready to make some soup from the leftover bird, I found a small white waxy package of undesirable contents. Apparently my husband hadn't cleaned out the bird's cavity entirely when we were first prepping the turkey.
I'm doing a Roast Beef Dinner next Thanksgiving.