Thanksgiving at our house is always a test of endurance.

First, you survive the family gossip, then you survive the tryptophan.

Why was the stuffing always so confident?

Because it knew it was the stuff of legends!

Why was the cranberry sauce a good listener?

Because it was always jam-packed with advice

The main course at our Thanksgiving isn't turkey or stuffing.

It's the passive-aggressive commentary from across the table.