Sunday, November 29, 2015

Assignment 14- Meriwether Carling

Family and food. A pretty typical Thanksgiving description that also portrays my Thanksgiving this year. Every other year my mom's side of the family comes up to Lexington from Georgia to celebrate with us Kentuckians. This year just so happened to be the year that I got to see them.

 My grandmother slaved for 24 hours in the kitchen, planning every event of the day down to the second. She cooked the food in "intervals" as she called it, in order to keep everything as warm as possible. None of the grandchildren were allowed to touch anything. Landis, my cousin, and I begged Nomi, my grandmother, to let us help her but she claimed she didn't need our assistance. Later that night I was actually allowed to cook the gravy and was deemed "Official Gravy Stirrer' (pretty big deal, I know) of the family.

Once all the food was cooked, the whole family gathered around the dinner table for a candlelit dinner. Kids went first to go get their food, followed by the adults. My grandfather then said the prayer before we all sat down. Once all of this was done, the best part of Thanksgiving took place. Eating. I mean, who doesn't LOVE eating their body weight in turkey, stuffing, corn, mashed potatoes, rolls, etc. My personal favorite food of the holiday is stuffing. I only get to eat it on Thanksgiving so it's something I look forward to every year.

Not only is Thanksgiving about all the food, but it's also about the time spent with family and being grateful for everything you have. Cliche, I know, but it really is true. I only get to see my other side of the family twice a year (if I'm lucky) because we don't live near each other. Landis and I are the same age so I love spending time with her. Thanksgiving allows me to see her and catch up on each others lives. Not only do I love spending time with Landis, but I also love seeing my aunts, uncles, grandparents, and other cousins. It reminds me of how fortunate I am to have such an amazing family. No matter how crazy they are I wouldn't trade them for anything.

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