There was a moment when I wondered if this was such a good idea.
The empty dining room felt lonely rather than private and we missed the jostling and shoving that comes from trying to fit too many people at a too small table. It was odd to place an order instead of spending an entire day juggling cooking times and oven space. As we waited for a woman we’d never met before to bring us our plates full of turkey and stuffing, we didn’t feel adventurous. I worried that my family holiday vacation was a sad substitute for a family Thanksgiving feast at home.