Narrative Essay On Thanksgiving Day For Me

Since I was a little kid, I had always had a love for cooking and baking. I would beg my parents for the large toy kitchen sets with the fake plastic food. I would spend all day “preparing” the food and I would “feed” my parents; asking them if the food I made them was tasty. I even had a tea set that my mom had bought me; I adored it, it was a white set that had little flower details on the pot and cups. When I first got the set I would stop all of my family members who passed by me for some “tea” but I soon stopped asking as I would usually get a “No, thank you” from my dad and sister; however, my mom wouldn’t decline me so she became my go-to person for when I wanted to drink tea with someone. Looking back on it, I realize how much of a distraction I was to her, I would offer her the imaginary tea and plastic food at any time even if she was working, thankfully she loved humoring me and always played along. …show more content…
For five year old me, that was a super big deal, it was like Christmas for me. I remember waking my parents up really early that day so that I could make the turkey. My dad helped me with it mostly as my mom was recording the entire thing. My dad let me feel like I was really doing all of the work, he let me hold the handle of the knife while his hand was over mine. I do remember being able to stuff the turkey which was exciting for me since I felt like I was in charge of the meal. Then once I decided that the turkey was ready I helped my dad put it in the oven. Later in the evening I was able to make a cherry pie on my own too, which was an accomplishment since usually our pie came from Marie Callender's, so I felt quite accomplished that