My family's post-Thanksgiving dinner tradition isn't board games or Black Friday planning.

It's a synchronized, involuntary nap on every available soft surface.

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.

My cousin's contribution to Thanksgiving dinner is always memorable.

Last year, we weren't sure if his 'green bean casserole' was a side dish or a science experiment.

Our family Thanksgiving dinner is like a recipe for disaster

Because you take a cup of crazy relatives, add a pinch of old grudges, and stir in a whole lot of tryptophan