I really love food… like a lot. A lot a lot. This makes it easy for me to think of my favorite holiday: Thanksgiving. There’s turkey, mashed potatoes and so much bread and gravy on everything. Just thinking about the spread we have every year is making me reach for my lunch right now.

For Thanksgiving this year, my family is going to visit relatives in Houston. You’re eating a single turkey in Missouri? They’ll do you one better: two turkeys, one of them being deep-fat fried and a ham to go with it. You have pumpkin pie for dessert in Missouri? Again, they’ll one-up you with pumpkin pie, coconut cream pie, assorted cookies and my favorite: toffee.

You can’t take your skinny jeans to Texas because you wouldn’t have any pants to wear. Loose pants with elastic waistbands are going to be my best friend this next week. For example, the mashed potatoes my gramma makes are glorious and I’m not ashamed to say that I will most likely be eating them for breakfast, lunch and dinner for a couple days. Just woke up? Mashed potatoes. Took a nap at 10:30 and now it’s lunchtime? Mashed potatoes. Spent all day watching football in my pajamas? Mashed potatoes. No pair of self-respecting pants are going to want to try to get on my body after that.

You can’t talk about feasts without talking about bread. Bread is one of my mainstays and has always been by my side through thick and thin. My gramma makes these rosemary rolls that are heavenly. Angels literally sing praises over these rolls… light, fluffy, with salt and herbs on top. They are a Thanksgiving staple. Tears almost come to my eyes when I think about them; they are that good.

Honestly, these columns are usually supposed to have some sort of message, but all I see in this is a girl and her love of carbs and there’s nothing wrong with that. I hope what you take away from this is to have a great Thanksgiving weekend, eat lots of food and hug your gramma (or whoever cooks) because they’re the best for making you food.