For my family, Thanksgiving is definitely not a lot of people around one large decorated table. There is too many of us for that. Each year consists of me, my brothers, and my parents making the 5-hour drive to Merrillville, Indiana (which is about 30 minutes away from Chicago) to my grandparents's house to visit with my mom's enormous side of the family. When we get there on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, all of the women (excluding me because I don't like to cook....) start to prepare the food for the next day, as there is A LOT to make, including the turkey, greens, sweet potatoes, etc. When Thanksgiving finally rolls around and all of the food is ready, we say a prayer before eating, and then we dig in. There's always a kids table with all my little cousins, and then the rest of us pile around the TV in the family room to watch the game, sit at the kitchen table, or find extra space in a dining room, enjoying our meals. I really enjoy Thanksgiving with my family because I love being able to laugh, talk, and spend time with them as I don't see them that often. They all live at least an hour and a half away from Lexington, so I only see all of them about one to three times a year.
One of the most vivid memories of Thanksgiving would have to be last year's when we couldn't get the turkey to cook. The turkey was so big that it wouldn't fit in our oven, and our rotisserie cooker wasn't working right. We didn't know what to do, so we went out to buy an oil-less meat smoker. However, my mother, wanting to help with the turkey making, put a whole bunch of oil in the smoker and messed up the smoker we had just bought. Finally, we got our rotisserie to work and we got the turkey to cook.. Even though it delayed our dinner by two and a half hours...
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