We lived in Germany for quite a few years before coming to Pat's home state. He always had the day off and my Mother invited us for dinner. "The poor boy" (did he have her fooled) got to pick whatever he wanted to eat, and on special occasions my Mom is a real good cook. When we came over here, we kept the non-tradition alive. When we stay home for Thanksgiving, DH gets to pick. This year it's pork roast, bread dumplings and cauliflower.
I start my day with a spiked coffee and all is well from there on.