The turkey is beautiful. It's mahagony and lovely and sitting on a cutting board. I have a pot full of degreased juices, which my husband calls gravy.

The kugel, which I've never made before, looks lovely.

My husband is mopping the kitchen floor.

To do:
Basic pre-Shabbat prep plus extra because we have guests. Plus lighting long burning candle so can cook on Yom Tov.

But first.

To those celebrating,
May you be inscribed for a good year.

For those not:
May the next twelve months better that the ones before.

And if I have offended anyone, whether I know it or not, I ask your forgiveness.