My family's Thanksgiving dinner is a lot like a perfectly baked pie

it looks great on the outside, but inside, it's a total mess

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.

In my family, Thanksgiving dinner is like a competitive sport.

The winner is whoever can deflect the most personal questions without choking on a dinner roll.

Why did the cranberry sauce go to therapy?

Because it was feeling a little jellied under the pressure!