Thanksgiving DinnerSmells of an array of pies teasing my senses,
As I walk into the kitchen I feel the heat of two ovens, steadily cooking our tender roast and
sweet pies, were heating the cramped cooking space dramatically.
The steaming pot of boiling potato chunks were soon to be pulverized into mashed potatoes,
I watch as my dad tenderly and thoroughly cleans the potatoes, as if they were his prized
Then, he betrays them by scraping the tough skin off, exposing the sweet meat of the
He chops and dices them with such focused precision.
I turn my gaze to my mom, who is frantically setting the table with napkins a shade of green
that can only be achieved after many years of aging in a dusty little drawer.
She insists that I help her in these duties.
I set the table with an almost obsessive precision that is only achieved with a focused
Fork on the left, knife on the right, also on the right is the spoon, lastly a napkin under the
newly placed knife and spoon,
After I finish the placement of the silverware, my mom tenderly places the ‘Special
Occasion’ plates at each seat with the matching bowls,
These plates have a delicate, navy blue wave - like design printed around the exterior.
The time passes quickly while I work,
I sat at the dinner table with all four members of my family, my dad at the left end my mom
at the right end.
They remind me of a king and queen at the royal table; my sister and I accompany them as
their loyal subjects.
My dad skips grace, but makes a lengthy speech about how lucky we are to live the kind of
life we lead.
We disregard this prolonged sermon, eyeing the generous platters of food while he continues
to ramble, but,
Detecting our impatience, he concludes his lecture thereby allowing us to engorge ourselves
with the abundance of food in front of us.
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