In light of Thanksgiving

A sweet aroma fills the halls as I walk from one room to another. It’s the smell of the sweet glaze that covers pecans in a pecan pie. Mom has been working hard for the past two days preparing for the greatest feast of the year, Thanksgiving! I’ve resisted the urge to eat all day, even though I am extremely hungry. Now the smell of warm pecan pie fills the whole house, and you can just tell that mealtime is coming soon. In an attempt to curve my appetite I go the outside fridge to get a bottle of water, but right when I open the door I realize the trap I’m going into. I try to detour, but it is too late. Right in front of me is the holy grail of all Thanksgiving, mothers 4 layer trifle! It seems to glow as I stare at it intently, knowing perfectly well that although the day will be filled with glorious food nothing will top this. I reluctantly shut the door, all-the-while not breaking eye contact with it. I walk slowly back into the house, empty handed, forgetting all reasons why I went outside in the first place. It wouldn’t be long before my mind would be temporarily distracted by the distinct smell of the other food in our upcoming meal. “Time to eat!” I hear my dad’s voice echo through the house. We all know he gets impatient when he’s hungry and the food is ready, so no one lags. We bow our heads, give our thanks, and then…the rest is a blur. The next thing I know the food that was in front of us is almost all gone, my plate looks used, and my stomach feels like I just ate my own weight in mashed potatoes. As I glory in out-eating everyone in my family, those dreaded words come out of my parents mouths, “Who wants desert?” Oh no! Did I do it again? I over ate and now I don’t have room for desert. My pecan pie that my mother makes just for me…and the trifle! How could I have been so foolish! That trifle is better than any of this food I just ate, but I filled myself up and now I don’t even want the best part!