What is the worst Thanksgiving dish you’ve ever had?

Fucking cranberries.

It doesn’t matter what the year is, Thanksgiving in my family calls for cranberries as a staple. The deep crimson jelly wiggles as they slide it out of the cans, and I feel my insides quiver and dance with it. I hate cranberries.

I remember feeling jealous when I was younger of all the slick, sexy women in NYC on TV that would order vodka with cranberry juice. That dream died the second cranberries touched my lips. I remember the first time I got a UTI, feeling like I was diagnosed with a terrible prognosis because it demanded I drink the devil juice. It’s pretty serious. I really don’t like cranberries.

I hate cranberries so much that I had to sit back and run through a list of everything I normally eat at Thanksgiving. It doesn’t really include any of my favorites, so the holiday serves more for me as a chance to eat gluttonously and guilt-free rather than actually enjoying it. I kinda fuck with stuffing sometimes, but for the most part, I don’t tend to eat much Thanksgiving food outside of the holiday. But without a doubt, no contest, cranberries takes the cake.

Minute Maid CranAppleGrape is my shit though. It’s my favorite juice.

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