Assignment 14: Elizabeth Piper

Thanksgiving has always been one of my favorite holidays. I have always enjoyed eating all of the food and seeing my family. For the past couple of years we have started a new tradition and the entire family goes to my Uncle's house. When we arrive in the early afternoon it is always bustling with all of the kids running around and playing, the adults are congregated in the kitchen helping to cook and my favorite part, my Uncle's dogs are scurrying around trying to find scraps of food and get as many people to pet them as possible. Whenever I arrive I immediately go and find all of the dogs and make sure to give each one of them a proper hello then I go downstairs where the rest of my cousins are playing games, watching football and talking. This is one of the few times a year I get to see all of my cousins in one spot and we all have a chance to hang out.
After hanging out for a while we all go upstairs to eat the Thanksgiving feast. Every year we have turkey and ham. My grandma makes her famous dressing balls and everyone else brings a side dish. The tables are overflowing with food and we all start to salivate at the mouth. We say our prayer and then we dig in. We go to sit in the dining room with lavish silverware and china plates. It is the one time a year we all dress up and we use the nice dishes.
When eating the room is silent because we are all enjoying our meal too much. My fondest memory involves the feast. One year the room was dead silent, you could even hear a pin drop. All of a sudden a piece of turkey is flung across the table. It hit my aunt right in the forehead and then the room erupted with roaring laughter. It looked like it was in slow motion and everyone seemed to have seen it. The culprit of the flying turkey was my grandma. Of course she did it by accident but it was hysterical nonetheless. Now every year as we sit down to eat we warn whoever is sitting across from my grandma to beware of the flying turkey.