My Thanksgiving

Forty people stuffed into an old one story brick house as the smell of warm rolls fresh from the oven fills the air. Casseroles, sides, and the famous Ritchie family smashed potatoes cover every inch of countertop available. Once we get the rambunctious youngins to settle down long enough to say grace, we go in for the kill. Seconds and thirds, even fourths. Desserts are always stored in the garage where they are kept cold and out of sight until the main course is finished. We always have pies, some sort of cake, this weird pudding stuff, cookies, and my favorite German chocolate cake. This is our Thanksgiving. It’s not picture perfect, but it’s been my favorite tradition as long as I can remember. My family goes down to Cynthiana every year to my great aunt’s house except for this year. My aunt’s getting old and can’t handle the stress anymore so Thanksgiving dinner will be held elsewhere. Although  the tradition won’t continue anymore, I’m sure we will all remember the caotic yet enjoyable family Thanksgivings at Aunt Loretta’s.