Thanksgiving at our house is always a test of endurance.

First, you survive the family gossip, then you survive the tryptophan.

In my family, the biggest Thanksgiving debate isn't politics or who gets the last drumstick.

It's who gets to make Grandma's 'secret recipe' stuffing this year.

Why did the head chef get a little nervous carving the Thanksgiving turkey this year?

He was afraid he'd just wing it.

Why was the stuffing feeling so confident?

Because it was full of itself!