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So, the fasting begins. We must be at our most starving, primitive selves when the turkey comes out of the oven, browned and juicy and ready to be carved. You can't forget about the sides: Mac n' cheese, green bean casserole, sweet potato with marshmallows, canned cranberry… and mashed potatoes. Which dish is your kryptonite? Mine has to be the corn bread…
Though Thanksgiving is the time to be grateful for all that we have and teach ourselves that not everything needs to be in excess for it to matter, Thanksgiving dinner is a different story. We are gluttons; we must feast. I don't make the rules. You must prepare for at least 24 hours of agony after your third helping of grub. If you're caught by surprise, you're in for a shocking time.
Nothing makes you lazier than a food coma. You lose all sense of time and space; the walls are no longer the walls, and you can only think of three words: fork, spoon, knife. Since you're probably going to be bedridden the next day, you must know what you're in for. Scroll below to get a taste of laziness before the big day.