Monday, November 25, 2019

Assignment #14- Miller Luhan- How Many Words Make a Pie?

My favorite holiday is Thanksgiving because food is yummy and it's always a super fun time where I surround myself with friends and family that I love. Each Thanksgiving Day I wake up to the television on with the parade- I remember when I was little I would wait anxiously for Santa to come on- and the smell of my mom's cooking. Usually she makes the cranberry sauce, green beans, and squash that we bring to our friend's house. He is a chef, so he is responsible for the turkey and stuffing. This Thanksgiving though, my grandparents will be in town so we are responsible for all of the food... including the pies...
My favorite Thanksgiving story happened when I was about 6- we had just moved into our current house and finished renovating our kitchen. Anyways, the holidays roll around and my mom- a determined young woman- wants to bake the pie herself, from scratch- not buy the ingredients or take a trip down he road to Missy's. 
So I'm a little 6 year old, innocently watching the annual Thanksgiving Day parade with my dad, when all of a sudden we hear a loud "Fuck!" coming from the kitchen. Of course at this time, I'm that annoying youngster who is all, "put a quarter in the swear jar"- so my dad and I decide to count all of the ones she says while she makes the pies.
Later on at our friend's house- the same one mentioned previously- the pie is served, and everyone is complimentary of it, but being a 6 year old I thought it my job to tell them what ingredients went in to the pies. I get up to say guess what.. and then tell that story... yes flour, sugar, pumpkin, eggs, and at the end I say,
"Guess how many F-bombs there were?"
Ray responds, "How many?"
I say, "450"
and then we all look at April (my mom) and they all thought it was the cutest things ever... of course at this point I only remember parts of this happening, but every year I am reminded of this silly little thing. Needless to say, my mom is forever fired from bringing pies to our friend's house. 

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