But I say this every year. Every Thanksgiving I issue a blanket invitation to my blog friends, as unrealistic as this may be, to attend dinner at the Aubrey residence: every year I wish this could happen.
When you come home, I would advise you to check the salver by the front door. You would see the embossed card lying there, with all the details.
To my adorable International friends, all you need to know about Thanksgiving is that it is a time of Happy. And of great vats of food. To my regional friends I’m sure you are all well acquainted with our Day of Glut and Joy. So it would have been grand if this all could have happened.
But hope, I believe, keeps better than food. So maybe next year.