A mother-in-law tries to accommodate her vegetarian, politically opposite son-in-law one Thanksgiving, with mixed results.

My father and mother were born in the 1920’s, grew up during the Depression and World War II, and November and December were not very different for them than the other 10 months of the year. Thanksgiving and Christmas days were quiet and simple.

But not for their children: It was important to my parents to create memories for us and their grandchildren and what better way to do that than to start the holiday season with an unforgettable Thanksgiving lunch. Food was always a big part of any special occasion that involved my m demothe

My husband Larry’s first Thanksgiving meal as an official part of my family came in 1992. My family — the Terrys — were East Tennessee

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