Why does the one holiday Americans devote entirely to eating involve such lackluster food? You really have to stretch (mackerel?) to find a protein less impressive than turkey. "Dressing" looks exactly the same before your drunk uncle has eaten it and after he's thrown it up the next morning. Boiled green beans taste like dirty water, and Jello brand cranberry mold is about the only thing I can imagine that pairs appropriately with the aforementioned vomitous dressing.
Slate's Betsy Woodruff hits all these notes and more in this powerful set of reflections.
We're finite beings. We only get so many chances to stuff ourselves silly. It's shameful how we waste them.