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Thanksgiving, Somewhere New
A table can be anywhere. Even one that folds out of the wall.
Thanksgiving is next weekend, and some of us won’t be home.
That’s okay. A table can be anywhere. The oven is tiny and the cousins are far away, but the gravy is still gravy.
An RV table is small, so the menu gets honest:
- a turkey breast, not the whole bird
- one pie, shared
- whoever is parked beside you
Set it with the good plates. Light a candle against the early dark.
Gratitude doesn’t need a dining room. It needs a window and good company.
Outside, the leaves are letting go. Inside, it’s warm and bright. Pass the potatoes, twice.
