Thanksgiving was always a big time around our house. My aunts and uncles and grandparents would come in from all around New Jersey, and we would have the biggest parties. All us kids, including teenagers, had to sit at the little table, while the adults talked politics and whatever else at the dinner table. One year, my cousin Louis and I decided to have a pie-eating contest with the pumpkin pie my mother unwisely left at our table. So we both started eating half the pie each, to see who would finish their side first. I won, though he argued about it because so much of the pie was left on my face and shirt. When my mother saw us, she nearly flipped.