On Friday, at 11:15, my family and I rushed to the car and drove off to New Jersey. Our destination? My uncle's house. In our trunk wobbled a big and juicy turkey, sparkling cider, and pie in an icebox. Two hours and thirty minutes later we pulled in their driveway, all worn out and tired. I grabbed my duffel bag and darted to the door, my legs becoming less numb with each move. Once the car was emptied, the garage was closed and Nura was changed, my mom shoved the massive turkey in the oven and turned on. Mean while, I was lounging on the couch watching Once Upon A Time and Psych, my favorite things in the world, on Netflix.
Come time to feast. My uncle, my cousins, my grandma, my mom and dad and two sisters were squished as we ate glazed turkey, mashed potatoes, rolls, and food I don't even know how to name. We set all those dish’s away and pulled out apple pie and sparkling cider. Everyone’s glass was full when we all got comfortable and watched a movie.
Overall, it was a good and yummy Thanksgiving.
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