- The smell of turkey roasting in the oven. Not sure if there’s any better smell than that in existence. Anywhere.
- The little packet that comes with the turkey for making gravy? Totally unnecessary. I got this.
- There were no giblets since it was just a breast and not a whole bird, so I didn’t have to let Mike find out the hard way that they are gross. I don’t do offal. Least of all if I have to do it myself.
- Homemade (not by me!) raspberry jam.
- Toddler time!