“Bye kids make sure you have everything ready and on the table when we are back from the harvesting autumn day parade make sure you have applesauce for the baby alright bye love you make sure you don’t set the kitchen on fire. “I can’t believe we are going to cook Thanksgiving dinner. I am so excited aren’t you Jamal?” “Yes of course but we have to get started like right.” “You are right Jamal. First we should get started on the pie what if we make two pies for Thanksgiving.” “That’s a great idea Maddie, we should probably make pumpkin pie but need another pie. How about apple pie? Do you want to make the pies Maddie?” “Sure, you should start on the turkey.” “Got it. Now I got to put the stuffing in the turkey. Got the turkey done now I …show more content…
“What should we do?” Mattie questioned. Thankfully their elderly neighbor, Mr. Tom was outside raking leaves and rushed over when he heard the commotion. He busted through the door and scoured around to see where the screams were coming from. “Kids are you alright? What happened?” “We are good” Jamal said still a little freaked out. “That’s a relief, what happened!?” “The turkey caught on fire, but I think it went out,” Maddie said trying to catch her breath. “That’s good that you are all okay. Now let’s get you a turkey!” “Where?” Jamal asked. “I have one in the oven right now, but it’s pretty small.” “Are you sure? It is okay if you don’t,” Jamal told him. “No, no you take it, it was just me anyways.” “Would you like to join us for dinner?” Maddie asked. “I would love to let me get the turkey. I will bring some cranberries and squash too,” Tom said happily and went to get the food. “That would be great!” Jamal said. “Let’s get started on the corn,” Maddie stated. When all the family got home they were so impressed. Before they started eating Jamal and Maddie whispered, “Thank you Mr. Tom we are so thankful for
Rubbing his belly Joey expressed, "I haven 't had my mother 's mashed potato recipe in weeks. Let 's have the dinner tonight!"
and Mrs. Rowley welcome us warmly. Mom pushes me to hug them both, but I simply let their arms fold around me, while mine stay planted at my sides, covering my love handles. They direct us to the dinner table. My feet drag against the harsh, brown carpet; my eyes stay glued to it. I look up, and in front of me, there is this feast. I guess I could be somewhat excited deep, deep, deep down—but it will never be as good as the Thanksgiving dinners we had when Dad was here.
"Which will you have?" asked Stanley, leaning across very politely, and smiling at her. "Which will you have to begin with - strawberries and cream or bread and dripping?"
"Why didn't you say anything before, boys? Of course you are hungry! Young children like yourselves need nourishment! The cook has prepared hors d'oeuvres and bouillabaisse. After, you can go enjoy the wonderful bath that awaits you upstairs. Does that sound good?"
"What are we going to eat this week? We have been here so much, I think they should put our names on the menu."