It’s inevitable. Mistakes WILL happen. There has actually never been a single perfect Thanksgiving in the history of the world. Or at least the Larson household. While sometimes we can easily laugh off the imperfections (because we’ve had a lot of wine), usually there is at the very least a whisper of frustration that sneaks into the day. And by whisper, we mean a screaming match. Well not this year. Nope. We’re crossing our T’s and dotting our I’s with a comprehensive Oh Shit Field Guild to a Perfectly Imperfect Thanksgiving Dinner. Consider it your no-sweat manual to rescuing Turkey Day, one soggy crust at a time.
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