While shopping last week, I overheard two women in the next aisle talking about their annual orphans' dinner. I knew immediately they were...

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While shopping last week, I overheard two women in the next aisle talking about their annual orphans’ dinner. I knew immediately they were getting ready for Thanksgiving.

Like them, I join a band of “orphans,” transplanted friends who share the feast of Thanksgiving. With families in tow, some 40 of us — originally from the Midwest, California or the East Coast; a Northwest native here and there — converge on a beautiful home in Mount Baker and catch up on one another’s lives over the past 12 months: the adventures, the ordinary, our children and the matters of the world.

The room where we dine could be a page from Martha Stewart’s magazine. Two long tables are set in the living room with flickering candles providing the only light. The table is dressed with crisp linens, artful plates, exquisite centerpieces.

We gather in the late afternoon, bringing out our favorite dishes, and sit down to eat as twilight sets in. Sounds from the kitchen are quieted by the saying of grace and the hmms and ahs over the savory dressing, yummy turkey, delicious mashed potatoes and gravy, and sweet-potato pudding.

We’ll take a break between courses and end the meal sampling several delightful desserts. The evening ends too soon, and we’re happily stuffed and fully nourished from good food and great friends.

As the holiday approaches, we’d like to hear who’s seated around your Thanksgiving table. Is there a tradition that your family carries? A funny or heartwarming experience? A particular Thanksgiving that redefined the meaning of the holiday for you? Share your experiences here or email us at talktous@seattletimes.com, and we may include them in an upcoming story.