One of my favorite things about Thanksgiving is the fact that, for my entire life, someone else has done the heavy lifting for me. Sure, I'd pitch in and help my mom prep her famous meatballs or set the table, but the work—and stress—was always off my back. And I liked it that way.
It doesn't help that I've heard about so many Turkey Day disasters, from burnt pumpkin pie and dry macaroni and cheese (the horror) to all the times when folks forget to thaw their turkey (although there's apparently a quick way to do it day-of). That's why, even though I'm generally pretty comfortable in the kitchen, I've always been hesitant to host so much as a small Friendsgiving.
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