We are a week away from Thanksgiving!  A week away from the big giant meal and the tryptophan comas.   However, there is one thing that will divide a house quicker than quick on Thanksgiving and that is the gravy.  To giblet or not to giblet that is the question.

Growing up my paternal grandparents lived on a small farm and they raised their own chickens.  So we always had fresh chicken so I learned to like every part of the chicken.  So when Thanksgiving rolled around it wasn't a big deal to have the turkey giblets in the gravy.

However, my mom hated, loathed, despised, detested, giblets in gravy, so we would have it at my paternal grandparents house and no giblet gravy when we went across town to my maternal grandparents.

So how does the gravy stand in your house?