Paragraph On Thanksgiving

This year Thanksgiving is on November 23,2017. Every year my family Thanksgiving is the best, to me at least. So we always have Thanksgiving at my Grandmas and Grandpas, but not this year we are having it at my house. Which I mean could be good and bad. Good is it is at my house so it’s cool and bad, the house has to be completely spotless or my mom will freak out. Normally what we do every year is we get my family together and have dinner, mess around, and watch football. This year my dad's brother is coming with his three daughters and his wife and my grandpa and grandma. I really can’t wait to see them all because I don't really see them that much as I would like to. When we have a family dinner like this we always have a lot of food for everyone.

Growing up, I was ill and in the hospital frequently. Most of these instances were due to Crohn’s disease, but my first trip to the hospital had nothing to do with my stomach or immune system. For my eighth birthday I had gotten my ears pierced. I was extremely paranoid about the earring falling out and the hole closing up. This resulted in me forming a habit of pushing the backs of the earrings on as hard as I could. Eventually, I realized that I could no longer feel the backs of my earrings. I tried to take the earrings out to change them, but they would not come out of my ears. I decided that I wasn’t worried about it, because at least I knew they weren’t going to fall out. When I finally told my mom, she wasn’t able to get the earrings

With the rush of people coming in the door ready to eat. Starting to make the silence die. The wind starts to pick up with the refreshing november air blowing through. Some people pitch in to help set the plates and put the final touches on the food. While the turkey is being cut everyone knows the feast is about to begin. As everyone floods into the dining room with chairs and the dogs following preparing to have thanksgiving as well. Once everyone is there and all the food is set in the middle of the table we say our prayers and begin to eat.

While children are growing up in America, they are told several tales of America’s establishment and history. However, these stories are generally not told as they actually happened. An instance of this is the story of the Pilgrims and the first Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving is explained as this elaborate ceremony where the Pilgrims and Indians gathered in harmony at this large harvest in celebration of their coming together. According to the primary document of William Bradford’s journal, Thanksgiving didn’t pan out quite as it is explained to Americans today. In the film, The Addams Family Values, the Addams children take part in a traditional, yet misconceived celebration of the first Thanksgiving. This

From an early age and without even knowing it, I was able to relate stories from the bible I read in my later years. I have heard some say they grew up poor, and then they would describe their circumstance. One person said they did not receive a new bike at Christmas and the other said they only had turkey and sides at Thanksgiving because their family could not afford to purchase a ham. I would laugh and reply I remember being hungry on Thanksgiving hoping a relative would invite my family over for dinner. After reading the story of Jesus feeding the multitudes with a few fish and a few loaves of bread, I wished Jesus had found and blessed my family when we wondered where our next meal would come from. One example of something similar

Recently, I had a pretty bad burn on the palm of my hand. I was in the middle of straightening my hair, when the lights suddenly turned off. I was so shocked, that I dropped the tool and it landed on my hand. I had no idea what to do; my first instinct was to wash my hand with cold water and to put on a band-aid. I had no idea if that would help, but sure enough the band-aid came

This was for many, the first time they had ever been allowed to do any baking by themselves. I remember quite vividly how independent I felt as I pulled my first half baked cake out of my purple and pink easy-bake oven. It was a proud moment for me, even though the food was inedible; I could not help but smile. I think the reason I felt so unconstrained at that instant was because at that age it was still considered dangerous to use an oven without an adult. This had been my first real taste of freedom. I know this is not the case for all women, but in that moment I could not wait to grow up and have my own family to feed. I do not contribute that urge to my easy-bake oven because it did not condition me to want that. I wanted that before I received my easy-bake oven for Christmas; the miniature oven just brought my feelings to life for the first time. I feel strongly that a woman can be a great homemaker as well as a professional in the

I recall the day being a Saturday morning. My family and I had just woken up at about 7:30 a.m. I remember I had just turned 12 years old. By that age I already knew I had to help my mother in the kitchen with the tortillas by putting them to cook in the griddle. So I went into the kitchen to do so for my mother. However that day had become distinct from any other regular day. I had just walked into the kitchen when my mother told me I was going to cook the side dish. It took me by surprise because I had never cooked any type of food and I thought I was a little too young to learn at that age. I didn't feel ready nor did I know if I would be able to cook the side dish the way she did it. I felt as small as an ant in the

When I was in middle school, I tried few times to make fried rice and pancakes. However, without the tools and proper instructions, it was not successful. We did not have a big oven in our kitchen, so I was not able to bake. When we moved to the Unites States, we found that the apartment we rent has a big oven. My mom started buying bakeware and baking tools for me, which is when I “officially” started cooking and baking. Some people feel cooking is boring or tedious, but for me it is fun and very interesting. I enjoy the cooking process. I can spend all days in the kitchen with my “toys” rather than playing outside. I always

Right after third grade ended, my friends and I were racing in wagons. At the time it sounded like an awesome idea, but when I got in my wagon I had my sister give me a push down the hill for a little boost, but when as I went downhill, I hit a hose that was laying in the road and the wagon hit it and flipped over. As I was falling, I put my right arm to stop myself, but that only made things worse. I hit the pavement so hard and at such a fast speed that it broke my arm. At the time I didn’t know it broke so I proceeded inside and I told my mom what had happened and she just told me to lay down until it felt better, but it never did. My mom finally took a look at it and noticed it swelled up a lot more, so she called the doctor’s office and

Every Thanksgiving my family and I always gather around the dinner table at my mom’s house, and enjoy an enormous Jamaican Fest with a mix of the traditional Thanksgiving meal. The day before Thanksgiving, my sisters come over and we clean the house. We usually start with the kitchen. We start by fixing the stainless steel refrigerator, and pearly white cabinets. We organize everything perfectly so when tomorrow comes we won’t struggle to find the items we need for the big day. Once the refrigerator and cabinets were done we collect silverware specially used for Thanksgiving day and put it on the stainless steel dishwater to clean

At the beginning, it was a tough task, not everything came good at times; the food was either too spicy or too salty. Growing up in a single family household, I learned quickly how to cook through trials and errors. I remember the first time I made rice, it was like a soup. It was after fourth or fifth time trying, that I was able to realize perfect combinations of different ingredients for different food recipes. Cooking is not my greatest skill or talent, but it is my passion. Wonderful smell of the food coming from the stove, always grabbed my attention. But also, I remember one time, I was close in burning the house down. Fortunately all the alarms and the smoke filling up the house grabbed my attention, as I made my way through a smoke filled room to get to a burning pot. All because I forgot to turn off the stove

When i was 8 years old me and my grandpa were fighting with brooms. We were fighting like you see in the movies with swords. The brooms were broken on the ends so the plastic was not there anyway. Long story short i ended up being cut by the tip of the broom. The broom was rusted on the end too so it made it even worse. I ended up cutting about an inch long gash in my finger. That gash is still scarred into my finger and will most likely be there my entire life.

Thanksgiving is a holiday that is celebrated here in the U.S. Thanksgiving is celebrated because in 1621 the Plymouth Colonists had a feast with the Indians. Now Thanksgiving is celebrated every fourth Thursday of November. I really like Thanksgiving and it is a great holiday.

When I first started cooking, I had trouble. I burnt myself. I burnt the food. I dropped the food. I did not know what tools to use. It was a total mess;