My husband and I are fortunate to live close to both of our parents which means double Thanksgiving. No, we don’t do it like normal couples, alternating years, or even doing one Thursday and another celebration on Friday or Saturday. We go back to back. An early dinner with my family at 2pm and a later meal with his family around 6 or 7pm. So for any of you out there that claim food comas on Thanksgiving, YOU CAN’T EVEN IMAGINE. I literally want to sleep the rest of the weekend. After close to a decade of the same routine, we’ve learned to pace ourselves better, but you still want to try a little of everything. Two weeks from now I’ll never want to see turkey again. Or at least not for another year. But right now it’s all I’m craving.