People. The pies and other desserts had their own room ... the laundry room. Mom put a panel over the big set-tub and we filled the tops pf the tub, washer and dryer as well as the shelf along the inside wall. There was usually a bushel barrel of apples on the floor, as well. It was a huge pitch-in. We provided the turkeys (two massive birds) sweet potatoes (those were my Mom's specialty,) fresh mushrooms cooked forever in homemade sauce, who knows how many pounds of rotini and gallon upon gallon of homemade "red gravy" - spaghetti sauce for the uninitiated. Everything else came as people arrived. Pretty much everyone brought a side dish and a dessert ... or more. There was ALWAYS enough food, even with leftovers going home.
My specialties were eggplant parmesan for my Godfather ... the smell of it still makes me cry, I miss him so, and breaded, fried cauliflower. The cauliflower was (and still is) a family tradition. My grandparents had twelve children and several of the extended family had clns of similar size, so there was always a crowd to feed. Ba raised dozens of cauliflower heads just for Thanksgiving, Momma and Nana fried the stuff all day on Wednesday, so everyone had a filling snack while waiting for the big meal. Today, it's not Thanksgiving without it. It's the first thing anyone reaches for when they come in the door. I'm NOT ALLOWED to be late!
I’m not bullshitting anybody. I wasn’t interested in biking until recently on this last trip so this is all still new. I haven’t even started looking yet. And I just got home today soooo... but yes, I’m sure it will be plenty easy to find one when I actually start looking for one, which I haven’t yet... 
