This last series of hands from last year only make me want to keep collecting hands. These first three are from Thanksgiving dinner at my house. There are not a lot of restaurants where we live, just a handful, and most are so far away that we usually prefer to share meals at one house or another. There are many excellent cooks in my circle of friends, and we live in the boonies. One or two nights a week some or many of us come together to break bread; usually everybody brings a dish to share, sometimes one person prepares the whole meal or the bulk of it. And boy do we eat well!