In those early days, my husband and I (Were we even married yet?) started hosting “Actors’ Thanksgivings.” The idea began when one friend won a turkey.
In my early life as a performer and writer in New York City, I remember ordering seltzer at a bar so I could indulge in hearty happy-hour snacks, and a long gone East Village Indian restaurant where a three-course dinner came in under $10. We share apartments with multiple roommates, split bills and scrounge around for cheap eats. Most of us start adulthood with almost nothing, often living in a city far from home.
