I hear ya on that sweet-potato apple thing. When my dad was alive, and my son was very small, my dad insisted on turnips for Thanksgiving. Neither my husband nor I like them. My dad insisted on giving some to my son. I wish I’d had a picture of the look on my son’s face! Needless to say, we’ve never had them since.

I don’t suppose there’s any way I can talk you out of that green bean casserole, is there? No, I didn’t think so. . .

Good luck, and have a great time.