Rather than rehashing the entire gloriously extended weekend, I will summarize by saying that Thanksgiving was a lovely success. Calphalon roasting pans fucking rule, I love having a coffeemaker at home again, my gravy seems to have met with approval, I seem to have gained a new insight to the art of quick chopping, fantastic friends abounded, much (much) wine was consumed, and even though I lost at Trivial Pursuit again, it was a much closer race than last time. I need a pastry chef in my circle of friends at all times (at one point, I was heard to utter the phrase, "I am so full, it hurts to bend over -- but I'm still going to ask you to hand me my pie."), and I also need Shiv's recipe for sweet potatoes.
All of the above illustrate just why Thanksgiving is my favorite day of the year -- and for me to like a day better than my birthday is really saying something.