Food inspired

              My family has come to our house every year for thanksgiving from as long as my start at elementary school and then on, but I never quite understood why we never went to any of our relatives homes for thanksgiving. Most of my relatives live in Oklahoma, Kansas, and even Texas, so why not meet in Kansas, or Oklahoma? In fact, I had never been to any of their houses ever. Well, one year I figured out why.

                I was fourteen years old and my parents had decided that we were going to Oklahoma for Thanksgiving “for a change.” I agreed and happily boarded my families car as we quickly took off down the interstate where we awaiting piles of tasty food gorgeous deserts.

                As our long, and drawn out trip to my uncles house ended, we hopped out of the car and were greeted by Uncle Pat, cousin Trisha, cousin Lana, and cousin Kayla, but something was off, I knew it. As we walked in the door to their house, I realized, I didn’t smell any food. What?

                As we walked into the living room, you could plainly see the kitchen, and in fact there was not a crumb of food to be found in there. It didn’t even look like a normal kitchen, because of the lack of anything but a stack of plates in an open cabinet, and an overflowing drawer filled with utensils, clearly none of which were for our use. As I look across the room I notice for large colorful plastic bowls filled to the brim with a mix of Doritos, Chex Mix, and Munchies. Apparently my uncle could not cook, but he did have a rather great taste in chips and dips.

                Although this particular thanksgiving was not what I expected by a long run, I still had a great time talking with family once we all quickly gorged down our short selection of food. Ever since, we’ve always done it at our house from then on, and I think my family agrees on why.