My Worst Thanksgiving Ever

I know how you're supposed to celebrate Thanksgiving. Eat while it's still light outside, watch football, pass out, wake up at 4 a.m., go to Wal-Mart. That was never my experience. Growing up with Indian parents and no siblings, our family gathered en masse with others like us -- relatively recent immigrants who preferred garam masala to green bean casserole and their American-born children who just wanted a drumstick with a scoop of mashed potatoes. By the time I was 10, a compromise had been...Full Story