Today, we had roast duck (quite rare), sautéd root vegetables (after dithering forever as to whether they should be roasted), and rice-orange-pignolia-mushroom stuffing. Some 2001 Beaujolais as pre-dinner cocktails and for dinner. For dessert we made a pear and raspberry tart; we ate this 2 hours later. Now we have lots of left overs.
When I was a kid, we had medium sized large family thanksgivings at our NYC apartment - my parents, my aunt (my father's sister) and uncle, and several sets of cousins who strangely enough were related to both my father and mother. Actually they were really related to my father's stepmother and that relationship was how my parents met. Like many families this was the only time everyone got together on a regular basis although there were occasional visits at other times.
These events were congenial except for occasional arguments about who was going to carve the turkey. My Uncle Herbert usually won and rightfully so since he knew how to do it as opposed to my father who butchered the turkey (odd using butcher this way). My uncle was a professional pearl carver although I don't think that had much to do with his turkey prowess. All the older generations are dead and I have lost touch with the several who were a bit younger than me so I really have no original family left.