Thanksgiving used to be my least favorite holiday. I hated the cold weather, overcooked turkey, and constant football watching. I still hate the cold, but a lot of my feelings towards Thanksgiving have changed. My husband and I will be spending our second Thanksgiving together this year, but our first time hosting. Last year, we battled a 25 pound turkey (we restored to dry-brining in a garbage bag) so I feel that we are prepared for any food related catastrophe. I'm thankful that it will be an intimate affair with just my parents and brother. We definitely could not host more than a few people in our tiny apartment. Ultimately, I'm hoping everything goes smoothly, and am looking forward to spending some time with my family. Because, that is what really matters.