My mother made a pretty strong bird (thank you, Newman), but my father had a peculiar taste for the blandest white bread and celery dressing ever created. Apparently it was similar to what his mother made. Not a hint of spice or sage; one might as well have been eating library paste. Bride the First's mother made a wonderful sage dressing, and once I started eating turkey dinners there, the family actually increased the amount of stuffing served with dinner. 😁