"They get banished from the table and have to sit and watch while everyone else eats," I shot back wryly, giving him A Look. Jake was only teasing me; I knew that. I would allow it for now. But this was a Special Day and if he crossed over the line, I would let him know it.

"They can at least be thankful that someone slaved in the kitchen to turn freeze dried starches into quite frankly better than you would think potatoes and stuffing."

I laid my napkin in my lap primly and sat up straighter. "It may not be something that all Americans do, but it's what my family does and so we're gonna do it."