Sauerkraut-Personal Narrative

The familiar smell of steamed sauerkraut fills the church. I spot my Nana rushing around in her red apron, wearing the biggest smile on her face. She greets us with hugs and good mornings until she is whisked off to do another task. We find an open table and place our things there to save our spots. I was smart enough to leave my coat in the car to avoid having it smell like the repulsive sauerkraut. How could something taste so good, but smell so bad? I rush to the serving window and greet my brother. He too, is wearing a bright red apron with Calvary Lutheran Church embroidered on it. Grabbing a plate, I place some bread, butter and applesauce onto it. My brother adds a immense scoop of mashed potatoes, and another man adds a heap of sauerkraut and pork mixture. The steam from the hot food warms my face, and the smell makes my stomach growl. What a great way to start the new year.
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I make sure to get some sauerkraut in the bite, knowing the two flavors complement one another very well. I continue to stuff my face until my plate is clean. My stare slowly goes to the long table to my left. Not an inch of the table is visible, for it is covered by various types of pies, cakes and other desserts. Although I am already stuffed to the brim, I can’t resist. The sight makes my mouth water. I feel like a child on Christmas morning. The only difference is that there are no presents and a table of food instead.
I make my way to the table and gaze at the options. There are so many to choose from. I see my grandmother's famous homemade peanut butter chocolate cake, and decide on that. As I go back to my seat, I am delighted to see that more family and friends have joined us. Despite my brother working in the kitchen, he still make time to come and converse. My Nana approaches me, giving me a kiss on the cheek.
“How is it?” she asks, eyeing the cake I am consuming. She knows it is one of my