That's the thing- everyone's mom makes a bangin' turkey (or so it seems). My mom made it well, my cousin (whom I did Thanksgiving with) made it well... But I could take it or leave it. I ate some turkey, but I attacked the sides like a boss.
I even made one of my homemade pizzas, and my niece and nephews loved it. It was the perfect appetizer.
After Thanksgiving, my mom and I hopped a plane to South Carolina mainly to scatter some of my dad's ashes since SC was his favorite place.