Column: The fine art of mastering three meals

I was young when my parents divorced, and it wasn’t too long after that my mom remarried.

While I remember this being quite chaotic, it sure did make for one heck of a Thanksgiving, and that is a big reason why it is up there with my favorite holidays.

I’ve heard people sometimes use the word “split” families, which I’m not fond of. It’s just how life goes sometimes, and on Thanksgiving, it allowed me to eat like a king.

We would always start Thanksgiving morning a bit earlier than most, often leaving the house before 10 a.m. and heading to whatever member of my stepdad’s family was hosting th...