Assignment 14 - Lizzy Wolfe

I always spend my Thanksgiving with my mom’s side of the family. This means 20-25 people will be running around my house. The adults will spill wine on the carpet. The men watch football and yell unnecessarily loud. The women get in my mom’s way as she cooks. The little kids will get into all my old toys. And leave the mess.

Needless to say, I really don’t like this holiday. I like the idea of giving thanks for the things we have and spending time with my family, but something always goes wrong. I spend every other holiday with this side of the family but Thanksgiving is the only crazy one, for whatever reason.

My most wonderful memory was the Thanksgiving of seventh grade. My uncle that lives in Arizona was coming. I see him about once every five years, so it was kind of a big deal. He really enjoys cooking and had recently made a new rib/pulled pork recipe. He was so excited to share it with everyone. The only day that everyone would be together was Thanksgiving. So, instead of regular Thanksgiving food, we had ribs and pulled pork. I don’t like most of traditional Thanksgiving food, so this was very exciting to me.