My Mother-in-Law Ordered Me to Wake Up at 4 A.M. to Cook Thanksgiving for 30 — So I Left at 3 A.M. Instead

hot and ready by two, don’t you?” Vivien interrupted, as if this were obvious. “The Sanders are driving three hours to be here. They’ll be expecting excellence.”

The Sanders. I didn’t even know the Sanders. But apparently, I’d be waking up in the middle of the night to ensure their culinary satisfaction.