giving thanks

This is my first knowledgeable gluten free Thanksgiving. Can't tell you how tempted I am to stay home because all that food is poison.  I can't trust any of it, but I want to spend time with family that I only see a few times a year.

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving.  In my life, every day is a holiday, but there are some days where I get to share the celebration with the community at large.  As I sit here at the table, I am trying to decide whether I should make  First Annual Traditional Gluten Free Thanksgiving Tacos, or stuff a small chicken.

It just goes against every grain in my body to bring special food just for me during America's one true Feast.  Quote me on this,  "If you have food, you don't need money."

Okay, here is what is happening.  I have a dozenish chicken wings in baggie cozying up to the following: Cheap white wine, olive oil, celery and anise seed, dash of cumin, garlic powder, and my secret killer ingredient, a heaping tablespoon of Greek Vanilla Yogurt. Toasted the rice bread I had, going to start looking around for the bacon to throw into the skillet along with the diced onion to put into the stuffing.  Do I cook it now and take leftovers? Thinking if I don't put any egg into the stuffing, I should be able to assemble it, and trust that I will wake up early enough to cook the whole kit and kaboodle tomorrow.  Decisions, decisions.