I can't decide if I should cook Thanksgiving dinner or go out to eat. I remember a few years ago, spending hours in the kitchen assembling the feast. Only to have the eating completely eclipsed by the preparation. And then there was the clean up.
I remember other years in NY, meeting friends in the Village and dining at the Cowgirl Hall of Fame. It was all fun and games —until the bill arrived.
It's a double edged sword of a decision. One thing is for sure, my kids don't like turkey.
*I've made a reservation at the same restaurant we went to 8 years ago when I was 8 months pregnant with Hazel. They have a 24 hour cancellation policy.