He came for pie. He is still there.
The son invited three friends. One of them showed up the day before ‘to help prep.’ He does not cook. He has never cooked. He watched YouTube tutorials on peeling sweet potatoes at 11pm the night before. His dedication is genuinely something.
He has now been added to the family Thanksgiving text chain for next year. His own family’s Thanksgiving is two states away. He has not mentioned this conflict to a soul. He will figure it out.
She posted a stuffing recipe and the internet absolutely lost it
It was a Facebook post. An ordinary Facebook post. A recipe. With a photo of the dish. The dish is in the background of the photo. The comment section has 1,400 replies, and fewer than twelve of them are about stuffing.
Her daughter-in-law screenshotted the comment section and sent it to her own friends with zero caption. The screenshot did all the communicating necessary. Her friends sent back nothing but question marks, and then immediately asked for the son’s number.
The seating chart turned into a whole entire thing
She sat the friends at a different table last year. The adjacent one. Perfectly normal. The responses were diplomatic, but everyone clocked the disappointment. One guy ate his entire meal facing sideways so he had better sightlines to the main table. His posture was not great, but his commitment was impeccable.
This year she moved them to the main table ‘because there’s more room.’ There is not more room. She bought a longer table. The daughter-in-law is processing this information privately.