When I was a kid, my sister and I would watch the Macy’s Day parade all morning while my mom cooked.

After that we would probably throw on some football games in the background (mom’s the sports fan in my family).

We would go see the aunts and uncles and my grandparents — either side, we rotated between maternal and paternal off and on — and hang out there for a few hours around 3-4.

One of my uncles fried a turkey when that came in vogue, and my mom would always make mashed potatoes, while my aunt would make Mac and cheese. There was also this pineapple casserole with cheezit crust. It sounds weird, but the sweet and salty and crunchy go well together. It’s kind of like classy stoner food haha.

We also had rolls. They were these flaky layered rolls that I love a lot still. I recall peeling them apart layer by layer to eat them. So good.

I can try and remember more stuff, but that’s mainly it. We had more dishes, but they were like green bean casserole and stuff, so kid-Minions doesn’t associate that with Thanksgiving so much. I eat my veggies now, though.