I haven't cooked a Thanksgiving dinner since 2007. That seems like a whole different lifetime. Hell, it WAS a whole different lifetime. I had a house full of people to cook for back then.
This year? Just me and the one other meat-eater, plus one vegetarian. A total of three, two of whom like to slather everything in gravy, and one of whom still doesn't like her food to "touch".
I know it doesn't seem worth it to even cook a huge thing, but damn-it! I want to. Sure, one of the turkeys will have been constructed entirely from textured vegetable protein, but I'm doing it anyway. (for the record, the Tofurkey is not shaped like a turkey--really more of a turkey roast look. If it was actually shaped like a turkey, I would have refused, cuz that's just lame.)
It'll be a scaled back, cooked because I felt like cooking, hey-who-cares sort of dinner. No worries that my potatoes aren't the right kind, or that we skipped the green-bean casserole (none of us like it) or that at pie time, the pieces will be un-naturally huge and covered with more whipped cream than a person needs to consume in an entire year. So what? We're talking about the basic "food is love" sort of Lost Weekend of face-stuffing. It'll be a reminder of all that we have, and of all that we are capable of accomplishing. Just the kind of celebration I need right now. Yum!