Thanksgiving is freaking stressful.

"Sure, I'd love to cook a giant feast for all of my relatives. Could you have them hang out in my kitchen and scrutinize my every move while I do it? Maybe get drunk too? Ooooh, can they also bring their kids to distract me while I'm trying to keep it all together. That would be awesome."

Said. No. Mom. Ever.

The worst part about cooking Thanksgiving isn't the cooking (well, that too). It's trying to remember to buy all the right things and majestically get everything to come out of the oven at the exact same time.

Unless you're a dang sorceress, you may need some help. That's what we're here for.