thanksgiving d-3

i decided that since i'm going to be in town for thanksgiving this year, i'd give back for all the times people took pity on my poor family-less ass by having the other left-behind grad students for dinner. i didn't really think this all the way through before making the invites, and am now seizing with panic at odd moments of the day and waking up sweating from dreams of inedible turkey and salmonella poisoning. does anyone have a good recipe for glaze? i started cooking yesterday in fright, making a quite-passable green bean casserole that did not start with mushroom soup -- su-lin warned me a few years ago against ever making things that have canned soup in the recipe, and i've taken the advice to heart. did the pilgrims eat green beans at harvest time? i wish i knew more about agriculture than i learned from the omnivore's dilemma. the more i think about it, the more i feel compelled to make about 8 more side dishes than i should, just because i'm sure they'll come out right. you can't mess up potatoes. (ok, you can mess up potatoes, but those were the old days.) i need to introduce so much food to the table that you can't find the turkey. i need an avalanche of bread rolls. either that or i'll invest in about 12 bottles of wine so that even if everything sucks no one will care. wine, and i'll bust open the good scotch i've been saving, and dim the lights, and put on tupac very very loud.