My friend Emily started polishing her silver two weeks ago in preparation for two dozen people (not including herself) that she's feeding. Meanwhile, I just finished eating the pie I'm bringing. Er, was supposed to bring.
Who says you have to make stuffing and potatoes (other than me)? Look, just because I make a sandwich of stuffing and mashed potatoes (it's called a cloud sandwich), doesn't mean you can't be more creative.
Last time we all got together at Emily's, there were -I'm not making this up- 700,000 pies. I mean calories inside the pies. I had to walk on a treadmill until Christmas morning to work it all off. Which pies are you making?
If it turns out you can't get it together, do like my aunt used to do. Mix up three of these and tell people they can make their own @#%$ turkey and that they already know where they can put the stuffing.