For this South Carolina family, the day done right includes in-laws, outlaws, pig picking, horseshoes, and feeling downright blessed.
" 'Come one, come all,' said Uncle Duffy, the first time he hosted Thanksgiving at his family farm. And everybody came.
Fifteen years later, everybody still comes: immediate family and extended family, in-laws and cousins of cousins, our second-grade teachers, even the occasional boyfriend who's here one year and not the next. Every November, our kooky band of almost 60 people bumps down the road to Uncle Duffy's 1890s farmhouse in Nesmith, South Carolina. The familiar drive promises a day full of throwing horseshoes, good-natured teasing from loud uncles, and a potluck dinner that puts you in a food coma.
Whether we've known you for years or don't even know how you ended up at the farm, on Thanksgiving, you're part of the family."
An 1890s heart-pine farmhouse in Nesmith, South Carolina, is the home of this years-old Thanksgiving tradition.
Plenty of Desserts
From apple and pecan pies to pumpkin spice cake, there's never a shortage of sweet treats, if you have room.
Best Seat in the House
While some score a spot at an outdoor table or in a rocking chair, most of the younger crowd balances plates on their laps, legs dangling off the porch.
No day at the farm is complete without a game or two of horseshoes behind the barbecue shed.
Everyone gets the chance to play bartender at the fully stocked Bloody Mary bar. This crowd likes 'em spicy.
Choosing the worst dish of the day is all in good fun. Ballots are top secret—and the voting is rigged. (Uncle Duffy always declares his own contribution the winner.)
There's no need to be shy around the barbecue pit! All are encouraged to grab a bite straight off the pig.