At our Thanksgiving, the quietest part of the evening isn't during the blessing.

It's about an hour after dinner, when everyone's successfully entered their food coma.

I love how my family's Thanksgiving dinner is always a time for reflection

on who ate the last roll and who's going to do the dishes

Alright everyone, before I start carving this magnificent bird, I just have to axe you all a quick question...

...who's ready for some delicious turkey?

Why was the stuffing always so confident?

Because it knew it was the stuff of legends!