My wife and I never had Thanksgiving as a big thing growing up. My family was always about an excuse for a day with lots of food, but there wasn’t anything Thanksgiving-y about it, and they certainly weren’t going to let me cook. So, when we moved into our own place, we thought it would be fun to try our hand at dinner. We rarely had family in the area, and most of our friends would scatter to their own families, so we mostly cooked way too much for a few people to eat and then had a fridge full of leftovers for weeks.

About six or seven years ago, we started going to a coworkers’ annual Thanksgiving thing, which worked out pretty well because that’s also around the time our first kid was born, and cooking a meal with a tyke is a more daunting task. We still cooked on the Wednesday or Fri

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