This Thanksgiving, I was assigned sweet potato duty — candied, baked, pies… you name it, I’m your girl. And somewhere between the mixing, stirring, double-checking the spices, and prepping and freezing everything, I found myself thinking back to past Thanksgiving kitchens. And if I’m honest, those kitchens were never quiet. They were loud.Lively.Full of people talking over one another. Doggies underfoot hoping to catch anything that falls. Folks running from the kitchen to the living room to see if their team scored a touchdown. Someone always asking where the nutmeg went. And everybody insisting their dish was the one the holiday couldn’t survive without. Those kitchens were crowded, warm, and…