I was going to pick up a cornish hen for my solo thanksgiving dinner this year in canada. But the butcher at Kensington didn't have them on wednesday and I got off work too late on thursday.
So I had my pretty typical improvised weeknight dinner. I made a noodle soup using the left over braising liquid from the braised pork knuckle last week and some roasted pork belly from a few days ago, plus some king trumpet mushroom I had in the fridge and an egg. It was good, but it just feels a little weird not to be eating a dead fowl of some sort.