A Belated Thanksgiving

This week was an eventful week but I will save those events for the weeks to come.  In English we read more stories of discrimination and watched a movie on the holocaust.  I will take this blog to right about thanksgiving since my blog was compromised by an assignment.  Now thanksgiving itself is king of an odd holiday.  We celebrate the sacrifices that the pilgrims made such as dying of disease and starvation, by eating.  Not just eating but gorging ourselves and then pass out on the couch watching football.  It truly is a holiday unique to America.  Only America would celebrate in a way that just adds to our on growing obesity epidemic.  Now thanksgiving used to be about giving that hence thanksgiving but now a days the only that’s that is being given is if you can make it without hurling your guts out.  Now the food is different for each family but for mine we have mashed potatoes, green beans, turkey, ham, rice, green bean casserole, grape leaves, cookies, fudge, pumpkin pie, cheese and crackers, vegetables, and candy.  That is way more than the people who had the first thanksgiving had.  It is just amazing I mean the turkey that my mother cooked for my family was about twenty-two pounds.  That is just an enormous size for a turkey.  I read something that the turkeys that eventually become the turkey on the table are pumped full of steroids at the production farms.  This makes the turkey plump up.  If they become too large their legs will snap under the weight.  I that is not a reason to by organic I do not know what is.  Now for my thanksgiving tradition I took a page from the presidential secret book, I pardoned a turkey.  Now thanksgiving is one part food and one part family.  My family is just as odd as I am if not more.  This is one of the few times a year that all of the family comes over.  I get to see this distant cousins twice removed on my uncle’s wife’s sister’s son’s side.  What fun.  I my family we divide in to three sections.  The first section is my Aunt Mary Joe and her children and their children.  She is the oldest of my father’s siblings.  The next section is my Aunt Paulette’s family.  She is the third oldest of my father’s siblings.  The last section is my father, Uncle Joe, and my grandmother.  In my family we spend our time together with the people we see all the time.  I have to go take a nap now, too much turkey.  Curse you tryptophan!