The only thing more overcooked than our Thanksgiving turkey...

...is the conversation about my cousin's crypto investments.

Thanksgiving dinner at our house always begins with a beautiful prayer of gratitude.

And ends with a very pointed interrogation about everyone's life choices.

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.

Why did the cranberry sauce go to therapy?

Because it was feeling a little jellied under the pressure!