A family Thanksgiving also means a chance to discuss the menu. This is one of the most fun aspects of all. What family in its right mind does not deliberate endlessly and bitterly over every single little thing that could possibly emerge over the course of the meal? Families in their right minds don’t do that. Oh.

Well, I don’t know about anybody else’s family, but if I have anything to say about it, mine is going to have on its table the casserole of canned green beans in cream of mushroom soup topped with fried onions. If I have to give up the type of cranberry sauce I like, fine.

We’ll reach an accommodation. It won’t be perfect, but we’ll accept it. Isn’t that what the day is all about? Acceptance?

I only know that the day just wouldn’t be the same without those green beans — or family.