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My dad’s: One summer my dad harvested all the crab apples and pears off the trees in our backyard and spent days making pies, cobblers, and crisps. He even made the pastry himself! We ate 1 or 2, and he froze the rest. Come Thanksgiving, we have about 20 people over for supper and dessert. Dad proudly brings out 2

I used to live in Phoenix. I worked in a small IT shop that was staffed 24/7. Since my immediate family was hours away, I volunteered to work and let one of the lower rung family guys spend the day with his family.

I wish I knew. My grandfather wasn’t this kind of cheapskate and he lived through the depression. I also stopped going to Christmas after being told gifts were required and that those gifts needed to be commensurate with my income. No more homemade crap! I haven’t been home for the holidays in 19 years and I haven’t

My mother once forgot to turn on the oven. Just going about the day getting the other stuff ready and all of a sudden I hear (from upstairs in my bedroom) a GASP. Luckily, we had a pork tenderloin in the freezer that could be ready in time, and we are a stuffing (in the bird) AND dressing (outside the bird) family, so

Sweet potatoes with marshmallows are apparently unclassy here, but they are my singular favorite thing about Thanksgiving, and I will defend them to the death. That said, one year my mother dearest dropped them ALL OVER THE FLOOR and I legit cried. I eat these once a year. I was devastated. In the end, sure, it was

The only disaster was that I went home for the Holiday. I was home to visit my Mom for Thanksgiving during my first year of college. I don’t know why what happened surprised me but it did. The signs were all there. When I was a kid and I sold lemonade in front of the house, my mom charged me for my supplies. When I

I set the sweet potato casserole on fire a few years ago, specifically the marshmallows.

When I was a kid there was a bowl of olives on the table and I asked someone to pass me the olives and my mom asks "I thought you hated olives?" and I said "No, I love olives!" and then I popped one in my mouth and promptly ran to the bathroom and threw up. 

Considering that 10,000 years of agriculture had humans consuming wheat products every day just to survive, the idea that a gene for gluten intolerance was passed on is interesting, since you’d think the people with it would have died at a young age and not reproduced.

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Guess who changed her own tranny back in April? Key tip - do NOT use the dough hook above the 2nd setting. And YouTube will lead you into dark valleys full of false confidence - be wary.

THIS. Mine boiled broccoli into mush, then squeezed lemon — yes, sour-ass lemon — over it. Same with sprouts and spinach. I literally devised a pocket liner to slip it into when she wasn’t looking. Kid you not.

when I was a kid, vegetables like broccoli were almost always prepared steamed or boiled.  Roasted seems a lot more common than it used to be, and roasting vegetables like broccoli and asparagus completely changes their flavor. 

Boiled until pale, then add a spoonful of lard or bacon grease to put back some of the flavor that you boiled out.

It wasn’t until I was in college that I learned I actually LIKE vegetables.

if it had been real or quality cheese sauce fine.. but it was mostly low quality quasi cheese sauce with salsa or something else in it..  and really that’s not going to help eggplant or squash...

or the zucchini all the time in certain restaurants.

I definitely didn’t like veggies as a kid.

There is genetics and there is bad cooking. I didn’t like vegatables until I found out they can be very tasty if they are prepared right!

and here I thought it was because my mother never properly prepared  the veggies...  over cooked, over steamed, covered in sauce...

Jeez... Look, if you take stuff out in public then you are risking its condition, because people are klutzes, well documented bug about humanity, and if you take it to a place where food or drink are served then you risk food or drink being spilled on it, because that is something that happens from time to time.