Our family's Thanksgiving dinner seating chart isn't about politeness or proximity to the food.

It's a strategic battlefield plan to minimize exposure to Uncle Steve's political theories and Aunt Carol's 'When are you getting married?' interrogation.

The biggest mystery at our Thanksgiving dinner isn't how Aunt Martha made that gelatin salad.

It's whether the turkey or my cousin started crying first after someone asked about his career choices.

Wow, this turkey looks absolutely perfect.

It's almost un-gobble-lievable!

I've been feeling really fowl about my cooking skills this Thanksgiving

But I think I've finally got a gobbling good recipe down!