"We should." Big Izzy beamed conspiratorially at her granddaughter. "I know your aunts and uncles are fond of sweets too and your Aunt Rachel won't let me or your Great Aunt Sookie -" and didn't that sound weird! - "help on Thanksgiving, so we have to be ready before."
Not that she particularly wanted to spend the day slaving away in the kitchen, she'd happily leave that to her brood of future children to handle. But she was going to contribute something.