I don’t eat sweet potatoes. Neither my husband nor I like them, so they don’t even exist for us at Thanksgiving unless we are at someone else’s house, or my parents will make a baked sweet potato for themselves if they are here. I don’t remember growing up with sweet potatoes on the table for Thanksgiving, I don’t know if my grandmother served them for that meal and I just never ate them?
I don’t like cranberry sauce with the meal, and I usually don’t like anyone else’s but I love my mom’s recipe. I eat it like dessert usually not on the plate with the dinner. I make it with black cherry jello and whole cranberry jelly and crushed pineapple. So, it’s not exactly my least favorite, because with my family I like our recipe.
I hated stuffing as a young girl. I tend to not like bread that’s soggy. I don’t want a crouton in the bottom of my French onion soup, and I don’t sop up sauce on my plate with my bread. I’ve grown to like stuffing now as long as it’s not too mushy, but on Thanksgiving some people put sausage in it, and that’s just too much meat when already eating turkey and sometimes there is ham entree too. I like vegetarian sides. I make stuffing with cashews in it.
I don’t eat pumpkin pie either.