I don't like yams or the green bean crap. I hate pecan pie too. I love cranberry and stuffing. I mix them together.
Cranberry Sauce makes me sick. When I was a kid, my mom lied and said it was jello. Then when I tried it, I spit it out. Its probably all mental.
I think I'm going to try something new with the canned cranberry sauce, since there is always 7/8 of the can left over. I'm going to stir it up in a shot glass with a little vodka and shoot it. I bet that would make it taste better. I used to hate sweet potatoes, but I've grown to like them recently. I think most people that hate sweet potatoes hate them because all they have had are the canned sweet potatoes that are drenched in syrup. Another vote for pecan pie. It's weird, because i love pecans. Pecan pie is like eating a bottle of Karo.
**** you man, stuffing is good. oh... uh. Well thats just your opinion and you haven't had the Good stuff.
i tried making my own cranberry sauce and made soup i don't like green bean casserole. everything else is fair game. oh unless it's "fruit salad" with canned fruit and marshmallows in some kind of swampy looking junk
I'm not too fond of the gelatin items, but I love JELLO pistachio pudding with the pineapples and the nuts.
Sounds like some kinda ghetto dessert I'd come up with in college after raiding the empty pantry and mixing random crap after 5 gravity bong hits and even then I'd be skeptical to try it.
I don't like pies made by people who make pies once per year. I also don't like jello or cranberry sauce. Don't care much for sweet potato dishes usually either, but I had a pretty good one last year. I also don't like having to get the giblets, etc out of the turkey before lighting the smoker. Nor do I enjoy having to get the seasonings between the skin and the bird. Pain in the ass. Please make the silver and blue teams go away on Thanksgiving.
I really can't stand any Thanksgiving food. Turkey/Ham all the sides, even the desserts. I just eat normal everyday food when everyone grubs down for Thanksgiving dinner.