What happens when you have 13 people staying in your house for Thanksgiving, all of whom use Thanksgiving as the reason to cook and eat to their heart’s content? Well, besides a nonstop gorge-fest of amazing food for five straight days, we also have leftovers for days.
As a result of the two-week feasting, I definitely have a food coma hangover. I can’t possibly look at another melt-y, marshmallow-y scoop of sweet potatoes, or crisped cornbread stuffing roasted in duck fat, or deep-fried turkey leg. My dad’s chestnut braised pork belly, on the other hand — well, I could never get sick of that.