The question is why does white trash food taste so good on Thanksgiving, while being so repulsive the remainder of the year? I've been eating sweet potato casserole and that unholy green bean concoction with the fried onions on top my whole life. I wouldn't abide a Thanksgiving without them, but holy shit...put that stuff in front of me on the fourth Wednesday of November, and I'll punch you in the face.
I hate that green bean thing. I do my best to pre-empt it everywhere I can. It's fucking awful. Of course, it wasn't part of my childhood. My must-have is nothing more than tangerines and cranberries run through the meat grinder. The family recipe (which is straight off the back of the Ocean Spray bag) involves oranges and a bunch of sugar; I do tangerines and a healthy splash of cointreau. It still tastes like cranberry-flavored oven cleaner. I eat the entire batch. Nobody else wants any. And I probably make three batches between Thanksgiving and New Year's.