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I love Thanksgiving. It\u2019s a little early, I know. But every year, November comes, and all I can think about is Thanksgiving. I\u2019m going to see my family soon. We\u2019re going to eat turkey and cranberry sauce green beans and sweet potatoes and pies\u2026there was the year I almost got stopped by TSA for bringing too many pies back\u2026I didn\u2019t know they\u2019re considered a liquid. I love all the sweet memories I have of Thanksgivings from my childhood, when we used to gather in my Aunt Vanessa and Uncle Allan\u2019s restaurant, the River Sage, in Evergreen, Colorado or at my grandparents table with the giant mirror. Four years ago, I loved Thanksgiving even more when Solomon proposed to me, and we got to celebrate our engagement with my whole family in Colorado. I loved Thanksgiving three years ago because we were just married and reveling in the blessing of getting to celebrate with everyone we love. This year, every time I think of Thanksgiving I want to cry. After so many months of infertility purgatory, this year we get to go home to Colorado with our little PB\u2014that\u2019s what we\u2019re calling our little one before they make their appearance this spring. Thanksgiving has never felt sweeter.

And then, the other day, while scrolling through Hulu, I came across Padma Lakshmi\u2019s new show, Taste the Nation. In the spirit of Thanksgiving, Hulu suggested I watch an episode filmed right here in Martha\u2019s Vineyard called \u201cTruth and the Turkey Tale.\u201d

The show was incredibly powerful.