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Thanksgiving dinner this year was, as always, at my parents’ home in Brooklyn. Alas, there was no turkey this year - only hot pot.

The finished char siu and ribs.

The grandparents.

The sauce for my hot pot-cooked food.

The hot pot, before the meats started getting dumped in.

My dad working to get some meat into the hot pot.