There’s one day a year, families come in to enjoy their company & an over filled plate.
We have turkey & Stuffing made with sage, fake smiles & secret competition to see whose family’s more great.
Mashed potatoes & gravy, rather buttering bread, they butter each other up to have someone on their side for political debates.
I love the rutabaga, it’s my favorite & I enjoy every bite while I watch it be avoided like I avoid The cousins with uncunning traits.
They love green bean casserole, it’s full of cheese, ritz, add in jealousy over stories of the pretend lives they create.
Some try the spaghetti squash, it’s savory & sweet, not like the brother-in-law who uses people to pump up an ego that he needs to inflate.
I can’t forget the corn, that’s a staple food, salted & peppered with a dash of the aunts in the kitchen whispering about their daily complaints.
My husband & I adore the pumpkin pie, two slices apiece that we take to the kids table, the adults & we just don’t relate.