Personal Narrative: My First Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving Memoir I was waiting in the car my mom was driving. I saw my brother sleeping so I could not play with him so I went back to sleep. My mom was calling” Ben Ben Ben!” I woke up, I was very drowsy It was time to get out of the car. My mom and dad were still waiting for my brother to get out of the car so I just waited. For 5 minutes I stood waiting for my brother to wake up.When my brother finally woke up feeling sleepy we headed to the front door and stepped over the threshold to see my relatives.

One thing that is similar to my thanksgiving that some people also have is the food.

Imagine the moist, golden brown steaming turkey being set right in front of someone on the dining table; they lick their lips as if they can taste it. Many people have turkey on some holidays such as Thanksgiving. To some, it is like a feast. Thanksgiving is a popular holiday, from people begin to realize the many things they are thankful for, to the amazing food, and people are able to spend quality time with their family.

I’m going to give you an example of my most memorable Thanksgiving. This goes back to four years ago. I believe I was in the seventh grade around this time. Thanksgiving was at my grandmother's house that year. So everyone definitely came for the food. The problem was that my two aunties weren’t getting along at that time. One came up from Florida and the other came up from Jamaica. My aunty Darrett was from Jamaica and my auntie Reds is from Florida. They were my grandma’s sisters. Now imagine being in a house on a holiday with two of your family members not speaking. Once it was time for us to eat we all was

To begin with, the slow cooker is preferred because the turkey needs to be cooked over low heat so that it becomes tender and soft. The ingredients needed for the slow cooker boneless turkey breast recipe includes the boneless turkey breast itself, which should be boneless, onion soup mix, water, garlic and onion powders. You will also require parsley (dried preferably), salt, basil and oregano.

A 13-pound turkey can be cooked in about 3 hours over the indirect heat inside your grill and the only thing you’ll have to do is baste it with its own juices every half hour after the first hour of cooking.

Since wildfowls were “high-status foods in England”, the Pilgrims unquestionably wanted them for the feast (McCabe 52). Winslow mentioned that men were sent out to hunt wildfowls, including goose or duck (Evans 86). Contrary to American’s wide imaginations, turkeys were not “the centerpiece of the first Thanksgiving” due to many reasons, such as they were “hard to catch, and the meat was tough and lean” (Evans 86). There is a possibility that the Pilgrims utilized home-grown herbs and “precious imported spices” to season their foods (P. Baker and J. Baker 56). Nevertheless, they were more likely to boil the meats, since roasting was very laborious in the old days (P. Baker and J. Baker 56). On the other hand, the Wampanoag killed five deer to bring to the feast (McCabe 52). Venison is believed to be the “main dish of the traditional American Thanksgiving

The first thing you should do when making this delicious food is of course to get out the materials and ingredients. You need an oven (of course), a pan, 1 slice of cheese (any kind you want), 2-3 slices of turkey, 2 pieces of bread, and some butter along with a butter knife.

Wallendorf and Arnould’s book talk about what tends to take place on Thanksgiving Day and what rituals often take place. I had seen some of the characteristics and rituals mentioned in “Consumption Rituals of Thanksgiving Day” happen in my families Thanksgiving. I spent my Thanksgiving at my Aunt and Uncles house with my cousins and grandparents. We definitely partook in the thanksgiving feast and had eaten way too much. Thanksgiving has many rituals, but one of the main rituals is to feast on turkey and many other foods. Wallendorf and Arnould state in there book that, “In several households, fathers in college-age daughters made a pact to eat nothing on Thanksgiving Day prior to the dinner”(Wallendorf Arnould 541). This is a common ritual that my father and I partake in every year. We do this so that we will have more room in our stomachs to consumer more food at the dinner table. Although this is a common thing for my family to do, our main ritual for Thanksgiving is to always spend it with extended family.

First, one of the reasons we shouldn't murder and eat a turkey is because turkey have personalities like us humans do. Turkeys are smart animals with personality and character, and eager awareness of their surroundings. So if a farmer removes a turkey from his habitat and flock it will feel unhappy and squawk of anger. When turkey senses

I was once a fat gobbling turkey, but then that dreaded day came; Thanksgiving. The day of mass genocide of thousands of turkeys like me.

I chuckled (I could relate) because that’s exactly how I felt about Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner.

Let’s think of every Americans either least favorite, ok with, or hated the holiday. Thanksgiving. Now Thanksgiving dinner comes along with this holiday and all there is an extreme buffet set up of rather delicious, but many different types of food on that table isn’t there? Well, let’s walk through the meal and how each thing on your plate could open your eyes the other parts of your life you have been neglecting. By doing this you will open your eyes to the organization of not having your food be mixed together to create slop like they give pigs. We deserve to eat like the humans we are. Anyways the first thing you think of, on the Thanksgiving holiday that you’re going to eat is obviously turkey. Now the turkey is the middle or whole make up of your dinner just as you are the center of you universe. The turkey must be cooked and prepped to a certain degree in order to get the most flavor and memorable taste that the Thanksgiving turkey is supposed to have. The next thing that matters in this glorious meal is the dressing; the dressing is something that can only be done a specific way that allows it to be moist and most forthcoming of its amazing flavor. The dressing is something that helps the turkey just as though your job does for you. The stuffing of a turkey to help moisten and cook the turkey is as money from your job can be to you. It helps you stay afloat and tasty. The

For every vegetarian or vegan, Thanksgiving is a logistical and emotional minefield. Of course, the centerpiece of the traditional American meal is the turkey, and quite often older relatives, especially relatives whose identity revolves around their cooking like my grandmother, feel hurt and offended if vegetarians do not partake of their cooking. In past years, I tried a number of strategies to hold true to my beliefs about living a cruelty-free existence, while still treating my meat-eating relatives with respect. My first strategy was to suffer in silence, and try to eat as little as possible, focusing on the non-meat entrees. However, this presented several difficulties: firstly, many of the side dishes were cooked with meat

Thanksgiving dinner for my family has always been rather interesting. It starts off with me sleeping in as late as I can before someone decides to ruin the morning and wake me up. My family has a tradition that is followed every year for Thanksgiving. After I get woken up by someone, I manage to stomp up the steps and stumble into the shower without saying anything to a single person who is at my house, and by the time I get up, there is usually about 15-20 people already. I enter the shower and just let the hot water run onto myself, because it will usually put me into a better mood. After spending about twenty minutes in the bathroom while showering and brushing my teeth I walk myself back down the steps into my room to get my day started. After getting dressed into my famous Thanksgiving attire which consists of black Nike sweatpants with a Philadelphia Eagles hoodie on, I then come ack upstairs to the awful smell of the pumpkin pie. “It smells stinky, I said, wrinkling my nose as I turned over the hard, pockmarked resin in my palm. Like a… I giggled, unable to say the rude word” (Narayan 18). That is usually exactly how I am feeling about the smell of the pumpkin pie my grandma “hand makes.” I know that the pumpkin pie is a packet of powder flavored with pumpkin poured into a pre-made crust that she bought from the grocery store the night before. However, she always finds a way to get the entire family to believe that it is her secret recipe. During this time of the day,