Christmas, for better or for worse, is a time meant to be shared with family. But we’re all grown-ups here and…

The week after Thanksgiving should be a time of rest and recovery, a few glorious days’ respite before the second…

If you’re not sure what a cakewalk is, you’re not alone: I once sat on neighborhood board that wanted to include the…

I was dumb enough to give birth to twins in the middle of November. That first winter, now 12 years in the rearview,…

My favorite part about Thanksgiving isn’t the turkey, the cranberries, nor the stuffing. It’s the cheese sauce.

For those unfamiliar—and I find this idea hard to believe—Funyuns are fried onion rings in snack form. Introduced in…

My family heads to Wisconsin every year for my dad and stepmother’s Saturday-after-Thanksgiving dinner. Most of…

Don’t let their elaborately costumed concrete geese fool you: The South Side Irish of Chicago are practical people.…

Grandma Shreibak may have taken her sweet time parting from this world—91 years to be exact—but she still managed to…

I’m from the South, so the vegetables I ate growing up were usually covered in something creamy—cheese, butter,…

Correctly identifying her family as a bunch of carb-obsessed lunatics, my mother both stuffed the turkey and made a…

This isn’t exactly a recipe. There will be a recipe at the end of this page—go ahead and scroll down if you don’t…

I’ve watched my mother host 29 Thanksgivings. This roughly equates to a collective 870 guests, a metric half-ton of…

Many moons ago, I was teaching a fall-quarter writing class in a continuing education program at a local university.…