Thanksgiving at my
house. Well I guess you'd have to pick which one I was at, so I'll just talk
about both.
At dad's house, we
used to go to my Mimi and Pawpaw’s house but that's since changed and we either
go to my aunt's house or they come to ours. We had ham this year because most
of us prefer ham, and lots and lot of food. While we're getting ready we watch
the Macy's parade, and while we're cooking we watch football (we're a very
football centered family). So whichever house we end up at, we eat a lot and
joke around. Depending on the year I usually have to leave early to go to mom's
thanksgiving or I come late because I just came from mom's thanksgiving. This
year it was a small thanksgiving at dads, and we went black Friday shopping
after so that was fun.
At mom's house we go
up to her grandparents’ house, in Ohio. This is a bigger thanksgiving, with
more food and more people. Although this year was a little less fun. A lot of
people didn’t feel well so there was quite a bit of snappiness over dinner.
I suppose I enjoy the
holiday, I really like food. But at the same time I feel like there are so many
expectations that surround the holiday: it has to be perfect, we have to have
this food and this food, we have to keep everyone happy and make sure that we don’t
upset anyone. Sometimes I think it’s more hassle than what it’s worth.
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