My Thanksgiving

The death of my beloved sister plagued our Thanksgiving celebrations for numerous years. Nevertheless, by the matchless grace of God, our beautiful traditions replaced the horrible memory of the last time I saw her alive. In 2000, while living in Okinawa Japan I noticed a paradigm shift in the way we celebrated that wonderful holiday. I spent that particular holiday cooking for my wonderful military family. After I returned home to the United States, I started enjoying every Thanksgiving with my family in Macon, Georgia. Now, we spend our Thanksgiving enjoying the love and company of family and friends, a wonderful meal prepared by my beautiful mom, and an evening of dancing thousands of calories off. My family especially treasures every Thanksgiving God blesses us to spend with one another. During the preparation of the scrumptious meal, everyone takes a turn sharing his or her funniest childhood memory. We exude an uncontrollable
I am the designated cooker of the turkey because I always cook it to perfection. After I carefully clean the turkey inside and out, I season it and stuff it with sliced juicy green Granny Smith apples. To add addition flavor, my dad meticulously injects the turkey with a Cajun seasoning. Afterwards, I place the turkey gently in a clear Reynolds Wrap bag to seal in the flavor, and placed in the oven on 350 degrees Fahrenheit until the red button pops out and it is golden brown. My mom cuts the collard greens almost to a sliver size so that the tastes of the greens are truly heavenly when it touches the pallet. The macaroni-n-cheese just melts in the mouth. The turkey turns out so juicy and golden brown that it falls apart when cut with a knife. The key lime cake is dressed beautifully with a buttery cream cheese icing that simply melts in the mouth because of an unusual moistness. After eating our scrumptious meal, the time to dance off the calories