I grew up surrounded by a massive extended family, and Thanksgiving was always the holiday where we proudly embraced making way too much food. It wasn’t just about feeding our family; we also welcomed the “stray cats”—a term of endearment for those who didn’t have anywhere else to go for the holidays but somehow found themselves drawn to our lively, boisterous gatherings. Like a gravitational pull, the more people in our orbit, the more likely others would be pulled in too. With an open-door policy, you could never predict who might show up, but one thing was certain: there was always plenty of food to go around.