Descriptive Essay On Thanksgiving

Holiday dinners are well known for the staple meats like turkeys, hams or roast beefs, I find that abnormally too traditional for my taste. What I love about holiday dinners are the warm gatherings with my family, the sometimes tottering uncertainty of outside guests and enthusiasm for surprise dishes. My favorite holiday dinner has always been Thanksgiving. I have always attended these holiday dinners without a plus one, there would be an awkward exception Thanksgiving of 2004. Thanksgiving of 2004 I thought to myself “Why not bring an extra watering mouth to feed? Thanksgiving is supposed to be about assembly with outsiders. At least that is what the history book pictures displayed.”. So I invited James. I figured drop a few light weighted
The buffet had been set and the tables were dressed for seating. My grandmother lovingly called us all in for a long winded prayer before feasting. My grandmother takes it upon herself to lead the prayer and wouldn’t you know she makes digs at James in the very beginning of her prayer. “First giving honor to God, Lord we want to thank you for this meal and for James accompanying our family for this Thanksgiving. I don’t know where his family is or why he isn’t eating with them this Thanksgiving but he is more than welcomed to eat with ours. We’re loving and great cooks. I’m also not sure why he brought that string bean casserole either, but it too is on the buffet.” Mouths dropped and silent laughter traveled about the house with half closed eyes watering with tears of laughter fits. My brothers had overheard the conversation between my cousin and myself and they were ready to unload their comedic weapons with ammo of awkward information. We barely made it through the dinner without a quick snap and uncomfortable question thrown at James the entire meal. No one touched James’ casserole, it was just collecting dust and cold passes on the buffet. Could we just cut to the end of this gathering so that I can drag this man back to his car and return him back from whence he came? My pleas went unanswered. I just ate on the moist roast beef that always gives me comfort at this gathering. I doused my mashed potatoes in the homemade gravy that carries the perfect flavoring, texture and thickness consistency that only my great aunt can achieve. I shoved my mouth with Grandma’s dressing filled with minced mushrooms, onions and turkey base juice. I piled my plate so that I wouldn’t have to participate in the awkwardness that was building up between James and my family. Thanksgiving of 2004 just was not a great idea for inviting James the interloper. As we were finally leaving the gathering my Grandmother says in sweetest,