Wake Up, Turkey Slobs, Because it’s Time for Killer Leftovers
Thanksgiving Day, 5 p.m.: Family members are sprawled on your furniture, belts off, pants unbuttoned, fancy holiday shirts marked by cranberry and gravy spills, making half-assed attempts to argue. Your father-in-law has been in the bathroom for 35 minutes and you’re starting to worry: for him, for your bathroom. You’re…