I finally convinced my mother (maybe five years ago) the main dish was my responsibility. She's been raving how relaxing the holidays are, but I get over there and we have to ask her to stop cooking extra things. Like the kitchen is already crowded with gluttonous excess and the next week's food. She just genuinely doesn't know what to do except cook, it's so ingrained. We've got her playing board games now, tho. I'd be there, but smoke break.