When I was a youngster I can recall not having power, so grandpa attempting to cook the turkey on the grill outside.

The night before Thanksgiving is always a huge drinking night in my family, like it is for heaps of people. I got in late on Wednesday night and did not have a chance to go out with everybody. So I ended up staying back and helping my mom clean.

My mother had gone through chemo and was in no shape to do the traditional Thanksgiving dinner. No problem, I’ll take care of it, I told her. My wife made her deadly slow-cooked green beans in the crock pot, I made mashed potatoes and baked rolls, and I buttermilk-brined a turkey that came out so incredible juicy and…

Apparently that referee is unfamiliar with a little something we like to call the First Amendment.