One of the best things about moving here is family dinners. I know what you’re thinking—it’s fun to schlep dinner three hours by car, as I did one Thanksgiving, but it’s better to prepare the meal on site minus the drive. Granddaughter Lizzy’s birthday offered a chance to do just that, but after taking a break from meatballs, Portabella sauce and spaghetti, I returned to the scene of the crime to find a live centerpiece attacking the party hats. Stripped the table and waited ‘til guests arrived to re-do it since Tuna doesn’t do company. When does this end?