My mom always says she "loves" my sister's green bean casserole at Thanksgiving.

But she won't let it touch any of the other food on her plate.

Our family's Thanksgiving dinner is a lot like a math problem

You've got too many variables, and somehow everyone ends up feeling divided.

Why did the cranberry sauce need a therapist?

It had too many jelly issues.

My family always begins Thanksgiving dinner with a moment of silent gratitude.

It's usually followed by a not-so-silent debate about who's grateful enough to do the dishes.