Narrative Essay On Thanksgiving

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The day was Thursday, November, Twenty Second and it was Thanksgiving. This was the day where my cousins from Iowa to Florida all came to my house for the grandest meal of the year. My house isn’t that grand, but rather cozy. The first thing someone notices when they walk in is(be verb) the kitchen floor. It is(be verb) a light gray tile with a white granite island. The lightAfter that is the stove top which is (be verb)plated with silver lining and is(be verb) a gas and electric combo. Cooking relieved my mother’s stress. My mother has(be verb) a passion for baking, so she installed a six rack oven underneath the stove top. After stepping through the kitchen you enter the dining room. It has yellow painted walls and has a twenty foot table with fourteen chairs on each side and two at the top. During Thanksgiving the most common sound is the constant screaming in Chinese. My mother would argue with her sister about how each of them is cooking the chicken incorrectly and how they are each using the wrong spices and herbs. Last year the burnt turkey didn't taste good because my mother seasoned it with lemon juice. …show more content…

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