Many, so many, good things start like this: Last weekend we celebrated Thanksgiving with 12 others in our apartment. A Pyrex dish exploded. A turkey thermometer broke. But being near the people I love was comforting and good. And endless sweet potato leftovers with soggy marshmallows are hard to beat. Here's a peak at our festivities, from brining the 18-pound turkey, whom we picked up from our farmer, to setting the table (clearly, I'm working hard), to mashing, testing, and wassailing. It was…
