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Growing up in a family with a bunch of Italians, holidays are not the same as most “normal” American households. One, it was very loud; two, there was no turkey, well, at least in our house. The vast amounts of red wine consumed would flood most villages in Tuscany. Turkey? Forget about it! All kidding aside, we did break from the turkey and dressing and that God forsaken green bean casserole, you know the one, and opted for Meatballs, Osso Bucco, Stuffed Flounder, and mountains of crab or beef. All of this was served with pasta, bread, and..... wine. Osso buco has always been my favorite, rich, slow-cooked, melt-in-your-mouth comfort. It’s not a dish you rush; it’s a dish you respect. Let your home have the aroma of simmering garlic and tomato sauce, and this Thanksgiving, if you want to ditch the bird and try something you will actually enjoy, try this savory, hearty Italian feast instead.