Thanksgiving is upon us once again. This has always been a weird holiday for me personally. There is no childhood memory bringing me back to some vision of yesteryear. For two decades, I had the privilege of marrying into a tradition. Angie’s family hosted a wonderful gathering down in Novi, and that is what we did. Down there we would have turkey, ham, and watch the game. It was also down there in Novi where I would be humbled mightily by the most unlikely of adversaries; a soufflé.