Whatever it takes to choke that turkey down. I hate turkey. My best Thanksgivings there’s no turkey. This will not be one of them, acquiescing to the toxic MIL.
I’m sick as a dog (nothing catchy) but forcing myself to make Thanksgiving to keep it out of mother’s hands. She was long ago asigned to bring only the salad but managed to mess that up by putting avocadoes in the citrus salad. At 7, I realized I wouldn’t have 7th birthday cake so taught myself to cook real fast. This year it is chicken because I just can’t manage a giant turkey. On an IBS diet so everything is new but trying to compromise.