When the topic of Thanksgiving comes up, there's a lot of things that can become the basis of conversation at the dinner table. The behavior of small kids, careers of older kids, how the last year went, and of course there's always inevitable stupid family arguments (especially if politics is allowed in the discourse. Some people never learn from history). But really, the mountaintop of Thanksgiving thoughts that come to mind are related to food.
Everyone has things that are their favorites, and every family has members that give each other the stink-eye over how an absolute joy for one is trash to the other. I've seen near fistfights break out over the relevance of seven layer casserole.
Turkey is of course the favorite of most. I've seen it come baked (Thanks, Mom for getting up at 5:00 on the Fourth Thursday of November for many years to begin the bake and baste process). I've seen it deep fried in a garage and the 15 megaton mushroom cloud explosion was even avoided! Some families toss in a variety of ham, though I've noticed that meat being more the Easter entree over the years, whether honey-baked or yer basic.
Then mashed potatoes get slopped onto the plate, gravy makes its entrance on top of the meat and potatoes. Enter the cranberry sauce (whether fresh or the gelatinous tube from the can) which has never been a big favorite of mine, and various incarnations of vegetables and these things called yams.
Never mind all that. Just give me a wicker basket and fill it with the brown and serve rolls that come bagged by the dozen for .99.
I'm all good.
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