I looked at the clock. 11:36 oh no late yet again. “Mom!” I hollered so she could hear me it is 11:36! I got silence. I meandered my way into the kitchen to see how the pecan pie was going. I glanced at the oven timer and lit up in green counting down was 30 minutes. “Mom!” I said “we are going to be late at grandma’s house!” “Well there is nothing I can do about it,” she replied. Ok I sighed this thanksgiving already should have started and now here I was waiting for three pecan pies to get cooked. I sat on the floor and watched the Macy’s thanksgiving day parade. Finally commercial break came and I followed the smell of pecan pie into the kitchen. My mom had just taken it out of the oven and it was still not as firm as she …show more content…
would like.
“surely it will firm up mom,” I said yearning to get them done so that I could go eat turkey. “Why don’t you go take one of the pecan pies to grandmom’s house so that we will not have to waste time later on.” Ok I said happy to finally have something to do. We loaded up into my dad’s truck and started to leave for the three minute drive to my other grandmas. I held the burning hot pie on my lap so that it would not slip and fall. It was so hot from just being out of the oven that I had to hold it with a towel. As we drove my mouth started to water. I was very hungry to get my hands on a slice of the other pie. The pie smelled so good! When we go to my grandma’s house I handed the pie to my dad to carry up the steps. When we got there my grandma greeted us at the door. She looked at the pie and said “yum” I knew this was a good sign! We chated a little bit and then it was time to leave. We got back in the car for the ride home. I looked at my watch. 12:00. “Oh no,” I groaned. “We are really going to be late!” When we got home I walked inside and just barely got my coat off when my mom came in the living room with the …show more content…
remaining pecan pies in her hands. “Hurry!” She said. “Get in the car!” So we did. We all loaded up and rushed to my grandma’s house. All the while I thought of how late we were and what we were missing out on.
We got to my grandma’s house and opened the door. I held my breath hoping and praying we did not delay the eating of the turkey. I walked in and. Yes we did not delay anything they were just cutting the turkey! I sat down and took in the smells and sights of the turkey. Yum. I watched my grandpa as he was cutting it. I pasted on my best puppy dog look and made my eyes look longing. My grandpa cut of a bite of turkey and I quickly popped it in my mouth so that my mom would not see. I sat a little longer and decided to try my luck again. Once again I pasted on my puppy dog fact and success! I got another piece of turkey. I was so succulent and juicy. A myriad of flavors burst in my mouth. I closed my eyes and chewed slowly not wanting to lose the magnificent flavors from the turkey. Finally everything was ready and we sat down and ate. We ate and ate and ate until we were stuffed. We ate like kings. I heaped my plate full of the turkey and mashed potatoes. buns gravy! You name we had it all. Then came desert we sliced the pecan pie and I took a bite. It was so delicious. I was so glad that my mom was late and let that pecan pie cook.
Though next time I think we should put the pie in the oven sooner.
The only ones still awake within an hour of Thanksgiving dinner were me and the dog. The dog sat hopefully underneath the table, waiting for the weight of the food to bring the whole mess crashing down to her. I sat on the back porch and watched my family sprawled across the living room like the aftermath of an inquest.
While this invitation produced anxiety for every person that attended this meal, the toll that it took on my nephew was rather difficult to watch. His father chose to attend the day before Thanksgiving; but a half-hour before the scheduled 2 p.m. time for dinner, he let his son know that his girlfriend and her children had decided to come as well. While the adults scrambled to add additional seating, my nephew excitedly stood outside on the porch anticipating his guests’ arrival. An hour later, this little boy dejectedly wondered whether his father had changed his mind. When his guests finally arrived, we all ate an awkward, cold dinner, and my ex-brother-in-law whisked them all (including my nephew) away to his family’s Thanksgiving meal, which meant that my disappointed nephew never got to share the chocolate pie that he had helped make.
Thanksgiving break a bust,I thought.The fall air swept through as my sister and I kept playing volleyball.My mom came bursting out,she was trying to catch her breath as I questioned,
When I walked inside the front door something didn’t seem right. The feeling of sorrow overwhelmed the house. It was so thick I could literally feel it in the air. Everyone was motionless. They were sulking;I was befuddled. The most energetic people in the world, doing absolutely nothing. I repeatedly asked them what was wrong. After an hour or so, my dad pulled me aside. He said that my Aunt Feli had passed away last night. My mind went for a loop, I was so confused. I thought that he was joking, so I replied “You’re lying, don’t mess with me like that.” and punched his shoulder softly while I chuckled. My dad quickly started tearing up and said, “There...
Mere words can't describe how happy I was to cook. Tea cakes, sweet potato pie, honey glazed pound cake, Roasted turkey and leafy greens. I get to Make them all. Of course since I'm a spoiled brat I had to get my hair ready with my apron. Then and only then will I be able to cook. We were in the kitchen all day. You could just. Smell the richness of the turkey. I could almost taste the silky cream sweet potato pie. It would make your mouth water . Halfway through cooking Most of our family was already here (They were going to sleep the night) They pitched in to help, without them we would’ve been cooking through Thanksgiving.
I arrived at my grandma’s house in bewilderment. The smell of flavored pork and freshly made red sauce wafted out of the windows and rose with the sound of laughter. The family was already there: all four of my aunts elbow deep into bowls of chicken, pork, sauces; my cousins and a couple of uncles with rolled up sleeves spreading
While everyone was scurrying around frantically, we heard a yell from the kitchen. “Mom,” my mother yelled. “What?” my grandmother shouted. “How exactly do I stuff this turkey?” stated my mom. You could sense the amount of frustration and slight panic in her voice. Tensions were already high because my grandmother was known in the family for her amazing stuffed turkey and those expectations were stressing my mother out. My grandmother thoroughly explained the tedious process once again. The look on my mom’s face made it apparent that she did not understand and possibly meant she wanted more than a verbal explanation to help her finish this tedious task successfully. Trying not to draw unwanted attention to her anxiety, my mother tried her best to stuff the turkey the way she had been instructed. She placed the turkey into the preheated oven. After about an hour or so, the aroma of the turkey filled the house and I was blinded by the succulent smell. I could tell that a weight had been lifted off of my mother’s shoulders. We all gathered around to say a prayer and then to eat. As everyone started putting food out, my mom went to the kitchen to take the turkey out. “KLAT!” We all ran to the kitchen to see a freshly stuffed turkey splattered across the
All awhile, my Grandmother was giving me a lecture on how important it was for me to go to school and get my education. Further, as I sweat talked my Grandmother out, I started to feel a mild pain in the lower part of my stomach. I did not bother to complain because I knew she was still annoyed with me from my earlier episodes. As the time passed by, the pain became so prominent. During lunchtime, my stomach hurt so badly that I could not eat. Not that I would have, school lunch was always nasty. However, it was different. Although my pain was almost unbearable, I still avoided calling my grandmother. I could hear her voice telling me she does not want to hear it. As the school day came to an end, my pain seemed only to get worse. I held onto my stomach as I walked to the car where my mother was waiting for me. I looked up just in time to see her roll her eyes at me. “What is the matter now, Melinda?” my grandmother said in a sarcastic tone. “Nothing,” I replied, figuring it would be a waste of my time to tell her I was really sick. I wanted to avoid another lecture. By supper time, I was wet with sweat and in so much pain that I could not move a muscle. All I could do was to lie in my bed in pain. My grandmother came up, and I could tell she acknowledged the pain I was in. Nevertheless, she was still hesitant to believe that I was in as much pain as I portrayed. Considering that I had this so many times before, I could not blame her for doubting me. She realized I was not joking when my body temperature read 104 degrees, and she had to rush me to the hospital. While at the hospital, I looked at my grandmother’s face and realized how hurting she was for not
After she went to the doctors’ she brought us news that her cancer has grown slightly and the surgery will be had when she reaches twenty-two weeks in her pregnancy. The following day I was in choir class, I held back tears all day, but when I walked into Mrs. Chapman’s room I couldn’t hold back anymore. I started crying, so Mrs. Chapman called me into her office and gave me a very comforting hug. We started discussing how she understood what I was going through and how her mother had breast cancer. She explained to me how she was one of the main people who helped her mother while she was sick.
I made it to Big Lots, where Jonathan works, and I forced him to come outside and look at my car. Then we sat and talked for a while and I bragged about how I was going to my grandma’s house to eat a good home-cooked meal, while he would be forced to eat fast food again. When I left Big Lots, I still had a little time before church let out, so I drove back to Gray to the Dollar Store for some supplies for a Spanish class project I was doing that week. Finally I pulled into my grandparents’ driveway, and I noticed the door was closed. I thought this was unusual because I knew my grandpa was home, but I had forgotten a school fundraiser form for my aunts to look at, so I turned around and drove back home to Jonesborough. While driving home my friend Rachel and her mother were behind me, they followed me all the way to my house. I thought it was some kind of joke, but when we pulled into my driveway, Rachel yelled, “Get in the car! They had to take your grandma to the hospital.”
my morning starts with a long stretch and yawn followed by a witf of Christmas dinner aroma. I can smell the stuffed and seasoned turkey as well as the cheesy mac and cheese baking in the oven. I can also smell the sugar and cinnamon smothered yams along with the smoked ham hocks mixed together with the black eye peas. the smell of the food is what lures me down stairs and in plain sight I see a steaming turkey fresh out of the oven, is my a bowel of dark green collard green with some fat back mixed in. the list can go on and on because the table stretched about a mile long and it was covered with nothing but food. the main thing that I rush to is to my mothers famous turkey dressing. I can spot it a mile away because she always prepares it in the same shiny aluminium pan and places it in a green, red, and whit...
...y brother and took the dog out. I jumped into the shower and did a fast wash. I ran to my bedroom to get dressed and took a quick look at the clock. I had plenty of time. I got dressed, and I even changed my shirt twice because I could. I went down for breakfast and the coffee was ready. But, I was alone. My heart started racing. In my hurry to get ready, I did not notice that my mom and brother were not up. “Oh no”, I thought. I dashed to my mom’s room and yelled, “Get Up, Get Up!, you need to hurry or I am going to be late for school.” My mom looked at me and said, “Why are you in such a big rush today, when normally I cannot get you to open your eyes at this time?” I yelled, “Hurry or I am going to be tardy and get suspended.” My mom just smiled and pulled the covers over her head. As she did that, I could just hear her say, “Trace it is Saturday.”
Finally, we arrived at our destination. I left the car leaving my parents and little brother behind and ran up the steps to my grandma’s house. I just had to be the first one to knock on her door, so I did. She opened the door for me, and I went inside parting with the bitter cold and darkness surrounding me. Inside the house I was immediately encircled with the aromas of her Christmas cooking and baking. A real fresh Christmas tree which was already beautifully adorned with old family ornaments perforated the air with more holiday aromas. I went into the kitchen with my mom, and together we helped my grandma finish preparing the Christmas Eve dinner.
After we got off the airplane, we rented a car and drove to my Uncle Joe?s house. We finally got there and then we all went out to eat dinner. We went to some Italian restraunt and boy was it good. To this day, I have never tasted anything as good as the Veal Picata I had that day. I ate so much that I could hardly move and once I got back to my uncle?s, I just passed out and went to bed. I had a big and exciting day ahead of me. I was going to Universal Studios and I couldn?t wait.
As I finished eating, I heard the horn of my uncle’s car outside of my house, they seemed happy and ready to go. We all left at the same time, heading to my grandparent’s ranch. Once we get there, my cousins and I rushed to my grandfather’s fruit trees. He had apple trees, orange trees, lime trees, among others delicious fruits. As the time passed, lunch time came and everybody was called to eat. One of my uncles knows how to cook, and since he was in charge of the meat, he knew what to do to make it better. I remember the taste of that meat, it was delicious and everyone love