My Family Tradition Of Thanksgiving Bakery

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The Family Tradition Thinking back in time when I was a little girl, I was delighted to see fall approaching. The wind whistling around the leaves, people wearing boots and drinking coco. My family tradition that we like to do always started in the kitchen. My mom baking cookies, grandma snapping peas and dad on the chair sleeping like a bear. Those were the signs of great dinners and loving moments. The family tradition was something worth waiting for. The first fall break I could remember was Thanksgiving. The house smelled like a bakery store; cakes, pies mac and cheese oh my! I just made myself hungry. While dinner was being prepared all of the little ones having fun. We were playing in the back yard until it was time to eat. Our tradition

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