I had the pleasure to make thanksgiving dinner at my apartment again this year. I don’t really know why I love it so much. It’s stressful and frustrating and one really feels the pressure to live up to every-one’s ideal meals. There’s something deep inside of me however that just wants to cook and entertain for my friends and relatives everyday. Thanksgiving really gives me an excuse to live my desire. Sometimes I fantasize about owning a large building in South Brooklyn right on the Gowanus and having all my friends live there for free and I’d cook for them all the time and we’d all be able to work on our projects. I love Thanksgiving but the some of the things I’m most grateful for are absent – my friends – although my good friend Andrew came over and was a real help in the kitchen carving up the turkey like a pro while I made gravy. The camaraderie in the kitchen just deepened my resolve for the institution of Friends-giving, a feast where friends tell friends that we’re grateful for one another.