My oldest girl is the french chef, her turkeys must be stuffed with citrus fruits and special herbs and spices. Chestnut stuffing must be made from scratch. Everything is made with special ingredients, nothing is plain. She thinks she will be able to get everything done for the weekend. Bert would like to take over and cook the dinner today, but the thought of a male redneck Thanksgiving is upsetting her. You, know, the kind from cans. She has forbidden him to cook the turkey, so we will have tri-tip or spare ribs, whatever Stacey feels she can eat.