The highlight in my kid brain, though, was the quivering can of jellied Ocean Spray cranberry sauce. Our family pledged allegiance to Stove Top stuffing, boxed scalloped potatoes, and gravy packets. Instead, it’s a hodgepodge of store-bought conveniences. When I think of the Thanksgivings of my childhood, a Rockwellian spread of from-scratch dishes at the table isn’t what comes to mind.
