As a child of a first-generation immigrant, we didn’t necessarily have Thanksgiving traditions that had been handed down from generation to generation. But growing up, we quickly adopted many of those traditions. Our family would invite as many people as we could, including extended family and those who didn’t have any family nearby. We would serve the same menu every year – oven-roasted turkey with stuffing and cranberry sauce, broccoli cheese casserole, green beans and pump