I look outside and see leaves in different hues of golden yellow, vivid reds, and earthy browns rustling in the wind. The fall season is in full swing as the weather gets colder and the days get shorter, and one thought always crosses my mind: pumpkin pie. This time of year I donate my time and volunteer to bake hundreds of 12-inch pumpkin pies needed to feed families on Thanksgiving who would otherwise go without. I have concern for those who for some reason or another have found themselves without a roof over their head, deprived of food or a warm bed of their own. As a member of the next generation, I feel I have a responsibility to make a difference and help. Baking pies allows me to not only provide families with a holiday favorite, but
If you're planning to renovate your home, you probably have several problems you want to solve to make your home more user-friendly. Although you may be focused on addressing the immediate needs and wants of everyone in your home, you should also plan your renovations with an eye for future needs.
Two years ago, I was sitting in a dimly lit packing room, wedged between a stalled out pale yellow refrigerator and a stack of boxes, packed to the brim with all sorts of canned fruits and vegetables. People worked quickly here, moving boxes from one corner of the room to another, creating a rhythm of sorts. Thump. Swoosh. Thump. Swoosh. The boxes left in droves as lines of people congregated around the open warehouse door with open hands ready to accept what was offered while statements of gratitude leapt from their tongues. The amount of people waiting outside far outnumbered the volunteers, but the volunteers worked hard, they knew they had to today. It was 104 degrees outside and some of these people standing in line, with children in tow, had been waiting for hours. It was distribution day at the South Texas Food Bank and I was there to help.
Early one November morning a woman stared at me with utter disbelief, tears of gratitude streaming down her cheeks."Thank you," she mouthed silently to me, clutching her son to her chest. I was proud knowing that, because of my efforts, her family and many more who struggle with poverty would be able to share a Thanksgiving meal. I knew that many children in my community would not be able to celebrate the holiday as others might because their parents could not afford to buy food items, and so as Vice President of a community service club called Interact, I was inspired to provide these children with a Thanksgiving dinner. The club officers and I sat crowded around our adviser's desk brainstorming how we would collect ingredients. We decided
“Thanksgiving is a holiday which contains a solution to one of our greatest problems today: our eating” (Adler). Many would think that Americans struggle with eating because of lack of time or because food is too expensive, when in reality, they just don’t use ingredients to their fullest potential, wasting time and money. Thanksgiving seems to be the only day in the year that people eat correctly—by using leftovers. In the article “Thanksgiving Thrifts,” Adler effectively attempts to persuade her audience of the benefits of what she calls “sustainable cooking.”
The sun had just set on a chilly November evening in Mountain House, the sky was transitioning to dark black, as we Interactors set out into the neighborhood to collect donations for our first Thanksgiving Food Drive. Within 90 minutes we had collected nearly 200 pounds of nonperishable food, achieving a remarkable feat. It was then donated to Second Harvest Food Bank, a local charity in Modesto, CA. From there, the donations were distributed to families in need, helping them complete their Thanksgiving dinners.
It was a quite a normal fall day out here in Louisiana. The year was 1930, my daughter and I had been out working in the barnyard. “Lauren, work faster the guest will be here soon for Thanksgiving dinner.” I exclaimed to Lauren as she was cleaning the pigsty. Soon we were to have our family and friends come to visit us for Thanksgiving. I don’t necessarily like having guest, since they’re always a lot of cleaning do. Actually, cleaning wasn’t the problem since we lived in a very small house out in the country. The problem was food was very scarce for us, so we worked extremely hard. You see, out here in Louisiana it wasn’t easy to be wealthy so half of the town was what you would call ‘poor’.We can’t provide them with a lot of food,
When November the 21st hits the calendar, everyone is up for the start. Grocery stores are packed with a whole bunch of people, shopping carts are filled with harvests and the cashiers’ lines are long. But, that’s just the start of grocery shopping which, everyone hates because we’re quite impatient. The best and fun part of Thanksgiving is preparing the food and eating it. For every Thanksgiving, my mom and I and other people within my culture prepare “Soul food”. Soul food includes a variety of different meals, like cheesy baked macaroni, sweet, cinnamon candy yams, rotisserie turkey and more. Many people don’t know a lot about Soul food “until you take a yellow school bus through the African American culture”.
Thanksgiving to me means family time and a chains to be thankful for all we have our family, our wonderful country, and all the things we are blessed to have. Every year we go to our Mimi’s and Papa’s for thanksgiving, it is my family, my Mimi and Papa, and my Uncle's family. As soon as you walk through the door you can smell the wonderful aroma of food, and when you walk into the kitchen you can see a table adorned with an abundant amount. Then we all gather around the table and pry as we thank god for all he has given use and then we get our plates so we can serve ourselves. While we are eating we have some comical conversations that makes us laugh, we also talk about what we have been doing.
About a week before Thanksgiving The Magalia Community Church hosts a free turkey dinner for anyone who would like to attend. The Church was built in 1896 and most of the people that go to this annual event are from that era.
My story about a thanksgiving dinner that did not go as planned but turned out successful in the end is, Early thursday morning I walked out into the kitchen and smelled something was burning it was the corn casserole that I had made the night before and asked my mom to put it in, in the morning
There are very little people from the church that can help out in the “Pumpkin Patch.” Before the fundraiser starts in the beginning of October, the people of the church have a big meeting that they make sure that all people who need to attend is there and they describe what their goal is and how they are going to make it there. Mrs. Cheryl and Mrs. Kristy make sure that they know who is going to volunteer and make sure that if something happened that they know how to fix it before it gets out or big. Mrs. Kristy sometime go to Mrs. Cheryl’s office or get a call from Mrs. Cheryl, if can’t come before the event start on that
The Wampanoag brought popcorn to the first Thanksgiving feast. Basically this myth means that on the first thanksgiving the Wampanoag brought popcorn to the first Thanksgiving. The truth about this myth is that they actually didn’t bring popcorn. There’s nothing true about this myth there’s the Wampanoag’s didn’t bring popcorn simple as that. It reveals that people are easily tricked if they believed this myth. And there mindset is easy to be changed.
With fall approaching, it is that time of year that everything is pumpkin flavor. With many different options of pumpkin flavor from pumpkin spice latte, pumpkin pie, and my favorite pumpkin bread. Making pumpkin bread is simple and loved by everyone who loves pumpkin flavors. Pumpkin bread is something anyone can make if they just follow three simple steps: preparation, mixing, and the baking process.
The "Thanksgiving Menus' Proofs are at the LRC's office for your viewing; and for you to sign the documentation for the print shop to process the orders. However, they will not process them until they are approved by you. Therefore, please come to the office at 1300 today to review and make any changes. This will have to be done today. Mr. Perez, I think you are going to LOVE
My ancestors, grandparents, were born in Haiti. My grandparents were the first to come to America. They left their country of birth because they were looking for a better life and a brighter future for their children and grandchildren. They were mistreated because of the color of their skin and they could not speak English. However, they did stop from reaching their goals of becoming nurses, doctors and engineers. Some even served in the US Army and others in the Air Force. At home, my parents teach us to speak Creole so we can be able to communicate with the rest of the family members who still leave back home in Haiti. It’s a tradition on New Year, we go to church and have midnight prayer for good luck. Interestingly, we had pumpkin