I have had the priviledge of living with the two best cooks I have ever met. First my mother, and now my wife.
My mom, two brothers, my best friend, my daughter and her friend, my son, his wife, my step grandson and grandson will all gather and consume mass quantities of the traditional meal.
Roast Turkey, dressing (OhmiGod, that's good), mashed potatoes, carrots, peas, squash, cranberries, gravy (it is to die for) followed by something light for dessert.
Washed down, perhaps, by only a glass or two of wine, under the slightly disapproving gaze of my 85 year old strict Baptist mother.
No real drinking at all.
Good times, though.