Thanksgiving

As a child, one of my favorite food was eating breakfast at my grandmother’s house. I loved my grandmother not only because she made delicious food, but because she had a certain spirit when she made any type of meal. I could feel the love in her ferocious hugs; I could see it in the way she viewed the world I could taste it in every bite of her food. One of my favorite parts of her making breakfast , which was a something she did every day for as long as I can remember, was waking up to smells of her cooking knocking on my nose . I did not appreciate sometimes that if you didn't wake up during the time she was cooking breakfast you were out of luck, because she only cooked for who was up. I enjoyed that simply because it was good, traditional part of my grandma household, and also had history and meaning with us.

The most amazing part of breakfast was waking up at my grandma house and remains an important part of our story since she been gone. According to popular science breakfast is the most important meal of the day. I can hear my grandma singing her favorite gospel song playing, and the strong crispy bacon smell taking over the house. The smell of the house was my alarm clock, I will jump up [RP1] and down like I was on trampoline and say grandma cooking and wake my little brother up, and” Say you better get up and wash you face and brush your teeth because grandma cooking”.

Surely enough every year on Thanksgiving my whole family gathers at my grandma house for dinner. This annual tradition has taken place since my mother was a little girl. We join hands around the table, which was small and round but somehow we still made it work. As we gather around the table we share things we are thankful for. Whether we are thankful for the sweet banana pudding waiting for us after supper, or whether it is something heartfelt, we always come together and share things as a family. But most importantly, we share food. Each separate family brings something they cooked and my grandma sets it out as a buffet line along her kitchen counters and we join hands and say the blessing, and start fixing our plates. Us “Kids” get to go first. As I make my way around the counter tops each year, I fill my plate with juicy ham, sweet yams, macaroni and cheese, rolls, corn on the cob[RP2] , and other things that look good! I usually have to make two or three plates. Our annual desserts include: Caramel Cake, Egg Pie, Sweet Potato Pie, Banana Pudding, upside down cake, cookies and more! Thanksgiving are my favorite holidays because they are during the best time of the year, and because I get to gather at my grandma house and enjoy the best food there is with some of the best people I know. It means a lot to me to be able to gather with them and share a meal because it is the one time a year when my entire family is together and we use the time to catch up and spend quality time with one another.

Gathering around that table may not seem like a big deal, but the meaning of it goes way beyond the sound of it. I use to love the time I spent with my family, and now that my grandma is gone we don't really get a chance to do those things now[RP3] . The feeling I get every year is crazy tasting the sweet, melting, thick banana melt in your mouth is the best thing you can ever ask for. She may be gone, but he is never forgotten. Things change and it hurts sometimes but family can make a lot of things better. Like gathering around together as a big family, enjoying the good home cooked food you love, can really make my day better. So when I think of food, I think of family and my love for them. Maybe food doesn’t mean anything besides needing it to survive for some people, but for me, food means living.

Say Christmas to children and you turn on their dreams, light up their eyes and put hope in their hearts. Say Christmas to adults and they check their bank accounts, wonder what to get their spouses, and hope the in-laws won't stay too long. Than there’s me who can’t wait to see what’s going to be cook for dinner I also love the gifts but that’s a different story. Since my grandma