By the time you read this, I’ll probably be six deviled eggs deep and on my second glass of apple cider.

Yes, y’all, I go hard for Thanksgiving. 

I’ll wake up early, throw on my best ugly Christmas sweater, pop cinnamon rolls into the oven, turn on Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade and start the meal prep, which for me is centered around one golden rule: There can never be too many leftovers.

For some, Thanksgiving is all about a meal that unites family. For my foodie soul, it’s an all-day event.

It’s about making the best homemade turkey gravy and dancing in the kitchen to oldies and motown hits. It’s about marching bands, musicals and floats in NYC, followed by a loop of Christmas Classics like “Meet Me in St. Louis.”

It’s about the Detroit Lions, no matter how hot or cold, ushering in a full day of football on the man cave TVs, and me questioning why I drafted so many Lions on my fantasy teams.