Our Thanksgiving Day On the fourth Thursday of November, Me and my family celebrate Thanksgiving at my aunt’s house because it is just a day to relax and thank my family for whatever they have done for me without being selfish or greedy. We all help today with the preparations. First we get together, then we try to entertain ourselves in different ways, and then we have our feast. We do a lot of fun things, Me and my cousin go buy muffin mix, and then we make muffins. I love going to my cousin’s house in Thanksgiving.
I woke up and traditionally watched the parade with my family. We cooked all day, and then the rest of our extended family came over. My one-year-old cousin, Emerson, was there and she kept my occupied. I could not resist her cuteness. I ate way too much food and was in a food coma the rest of the night.
Usually everyone comes to our house the next day to play games, watch movies, and eat more food! This year we went to Grandma and Grandpa’s house and ate turkey. Daddy was roasting the pork all day for the next day when everyone would come over. While we were at Grandma’s house my cousins and I played with army men, and talked a lot. All day we could smell the dinner Grandma was preparing.
The next step was to cut banana leaves and aluminum to about twelve inches per seven inches shaped as rectangles to do the wrapping. Then, my mother grab a large spoonful of the masa placed it in the middle of the banana leaf and added chicken, potatoes, and garbanzos. After that she handed me the tamale so I can fold it tightly to seal it. Took use about an hour to make the one hundred fifty tamales. It was getting late already it was ten o’clock and the tamales still needed to be cooked.
Some of my most notable memories take form as early morning breakfasts. Most days I’d eat a variation of cereal, yogurt, or maybe some fruit. But once in a while, there’d special morning where my Dad cooked up a breakfast. Now, the meal itself had little notability; sometimes there were eggs, sometimes whole-wheat popovers, sometimes toast. What really made those breakfasts special, though, were the stories.
Hope and pray everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving with Family and Friends. It was just the three of us this year. I (with the help of my son Jerrid) cooked a ham, turkey (breast), dressing, pea salad, potato salad, rolls, cranberry sauce, and pecan pie. It was so good. I had planned to also have green bean casserole but ran out of steam.
At his house is my father’s side of family, I extremely enjoy their company because all of us together is very rare and only happens 3 times a year. Likewise, around the time of Thanksgiving, I gather with my step-father’s family at my great-grandmother’s, this side of my family is unquestionably large causing us to avoid gatherings on a regular basis. My Thanksgiving schedule is very chaotic, however every gathering is enjoyable and I look forward to go to all of them. This Thanksgiving will be different than previous years. My cousin, Cameron, recently enrolled in the marines.
It was Thanksgiving Day, the sun was already shining in Paris. Sarah woke up very early to prepare her traditional pumpkin pie, and organize her famous lunch with Dorota, her housekeeper and confident. Chuck, her boyfriend was still sleeping, he was a rich businessman who had and hotel named Empire. Sara loved riches, and clothes, she was bossy, and controller, but had a good heart. Sara and Chuck were dating for a long time, they lived together, but they always had big fights.
Furthermore, my mom continued that tradition with her children and now that I am older leaving on my own I do it myself for the cold weather. My mom usually makes the meal on Saturday morning when everybody is home and wakes up late then ready to eat some warm Arroz con Leche with some bread on the side. This is my favorite meal now that I cannot get enough of this meal because it’s delicious with all the ingredients it has which is not many but makes it good. The ingredient rice from Arroz con Leche origin story is that it was passed on to India but then passed on to Greece and Mediterranean areas. In addition, going to those areas it spread to Southern Europe and North Africa then brought to South America.
My mother cooked a huge breakfast for me. There were bacon, sausage, biscuits, pancakes and orange juice. We sat at the kitchen table, she asked me “Destiny is you ready to better your life?” I looked at her, smiled and I said, yes mam. I told her what my goals were for Job Corps, for me personally, and what I wanted to be in life. Time was ticking, she was on the schedule, she asked me to get dressed, put on some pretty clothes and do my hair.
Thanksgiving It was thanksgiving morning and little Timmy was very excited. It was his first time staying over at Grandma 's and Grandpa’s since his parents were gone on a vacation. As he got up he smelled coffee and bread coming from downstairs. His grandparents apartment was one level above the bakery that they owned. Timmy was very confused, he thought he heard Grandma say the they the bakery wasn’t going to be open since it was Thanksgiving.