Thanksgiving.

The one thing I hate about Thanksgiving is cooking.
I mean, I love it when my mom cooks.
I love it when someone else's mom cooks.
Pretty much, I love it when someone, anyone else is cooking.
I don't cook.
Sometimes it can be fun... I guess... but a high-stress cooking situation is definitely not my idea of fun.
For one thing, I am an awful cook.
I always make a mess, and I always screw up the recipe.

Thanksgiving Day:

I hide out all day to avoid cooking. My mom finds me. Brings me into the kitchen along with my grandma, aunts, and cousin. I am instructed to cook something. I make a mess, or ruin the recipe. My aunt Tracy, a real hyper lady, gets mad because I made a mess in her kitchen. My mom has to figure out what to do with my variation on the recipe.
I run away and hide out again for as long as possible.