You’re reading “Yes, I Am A Hungry Woman.” I’m so glad you’re here! Wanna be friends? When it comes to Thanksgiving, my side of the family are a heck of a lot of people, so Thanksgiving is a heck of a lot of holiday. In attendance are my parents and siblings (a party of eleven), our partners (four additional bodies thus far), the nieces and nephews (a total of five as of writing), and my Grandaddy. This is not yet counting my cousins (eight), my aunt and uncle (two), their grandparents (two more), their sundry spouses and rotating cast of significant others (somewhere between 4-6 depending on their romantic endeavors in a given year), and those cousins’ assorted children (seven, once the babies are born). And in addition to all of the forty-two actually-related relatives who can be relied on to show up to Thanksgiving dinner, we have at least one (but more often five or so) friends-and-relations who are brought into the fold for the day and thrown right in.
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