The first time we hosted my in-laws for Thanksgiving, I was 25, married only six months, clueless — and nervous — about preparing my first Thanksgiving dinner ever. If stores had been open that Thanksgiving Day when my in-laws visited, I would have gotten in my car and taken off on the pretext of beating the crowds.
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