Much to my disappointment, there has been a sort of "mass exodus" out of our neighborhood. On one hand, I totally get it. Little people need a place to run and our lots are just too itty bitty. But on the other hand... I selfishly wish people we've grown to love would stay here forever! It's HARD to make couple friends and even harder to lose them. I figured the only way to soften the blow was to see them out with a proper goodbye party so we threw a Friendsgiving Farewell Feast. I had so much fun brainstorming the decorations and raiding Grandma's house + yard to come up with all the supplies. Grandpa makes maybe the world's best grape juice on this pharmaceutical grade filter contraption he built in his basement. I mean from the vine to the glass this stuff is the real deal so that was a crucial element. The biggest, scariest part of the meal was conquering my first turkey. After a bunch of research, I decided to go with a dry-brined and spatchcocked turkey. Okay, spatchcocking the thing was truly a battle. It took me a solid hour, I literaly broke a sweat, and nearly the entire kitchen had to be drenched in vinegar afterwards to recover from flying meat juice. Is this grossing you out? It was gross!! Winston and I made a significant contribution to the view count on this video but after tasting the turkey I will say it was all worth it. Everyone brought a delicious piece of the meal and I loved soaking it all in, the very best company mulling over important conversation topics such as beards and babysitters. Luckily they are all building new homes still in Utah Valley so we're holding them to their promises that we will still hang out!