Presenting my annual Ode to Thanksgiving, set to the tune of “Leaving on a Jet Plane” (with my humblest apologies to the late, great John Denver). Enjoy!

[image error]Well the turkey’s bought, it’s thawing now.
It looked much smaller at the store.
I need to fill my oven with this bird.
But the pies need baking, the stuffing too.
The rolls can wait, but what to do?
Already I’m so worried I could cry.

“So grill it and bake the rest,”
That’s what my wise sis said.
“Cook it on a bed of hot charcoal.”

‘Cause I...