Thanksgiving Riddles for Adults

I arrive empty, leave heavy, and live on stretchy waistbands. What am I?

I’m the relative who brings stories and a bottle labeled “Pairs with everything.” Who am I?

I’m the parade float every host pulls off: juggling timers, toasts, and unexpected guests. What am I?

I’m the flight everyone prays will be on time yet rarely is. What am I?

I’m the soundtrack of cutlery, compliments, and cousins asking for Wi-Fi. What am I?

I’m the football play most likely to send someone hunting for antacids. What am I?

I’m the one ingredient that ruins stuffing when forgotten. What am I?

I’m the leftover that mysteriously improves overnight and inspires gourmet sandwiches. What am I?

I’m the spreadsheet mapping who brings what, ensuring no six identical pies appear. What am I?

I’m the chair reserved for the nap champion—first come, first snooze. What am I?

I’m the annual debate disguised as gratitude: homemade cranberries or canned? What am I?

I’m the gratitude jar filled with scribbled blessings opened before dessert. What am I?

I’m the kitchen timer that keeps ringing even after the feast—also known as your smartwatch nudging steps. What am I?

I’m the midnight fridge raid disguised as “just checking the leftovers.” What am I?

I’m the post-feast tradition that determines who hosts next year. What am I?