a few years ago ed and i had a new york thanksgiving that included parade watching just outside our apartment and cocktail attire dinner reservations at union square. the meal was perfection, but somehow not as good knowing that no one had fought over the ingredients in the stuffing. we had yet to make friends in the city and we ate our dinner feeling grateful to have each other, but dissatisfied at the same time. thanksgiving is meant to be shared with a large group of people... whether you like them or not.
we started our own tradition of seeing the balloons blown up at the museum of natural history on wednesday night, which sounds about as exciting as you'd think, followed by a simple pre-festivities meal of new york pizza. a turkey wouldn't even fit in my half-pint oven, but having your own tradition, that's something.
photos by elliott erwitt circa 1988.