Gobble

Thanksgiving is upon us. The holiday made specifically for and designed by Americans because it's an excuse for us to eat like the gluttoness masses we really are. Food is what makes or breaks this holiday.

My personal favorite food of the entire holiday is stuffing. It's not very often that my mother makes stuffing...ok, it's really the only day of the year that we get to eat stuffing, but the point is that it's delicious and very bad for you. Maybe that's the reasoning behind the once a year thing.

This year the festivities will be held at my house, which means that there will be about 25 people hanging around and trying to help while only adding to the confusion. Also, with that amount of people and the fact that it's the Irish side of my family, we'll probably have about 20 pounds of mashed potatos, 2 turkeys, limited vegetables, and lots of dessert.

My mother always trys to get ahead of the melee by cooking a day or two beforehand. This year she chose to bake the pumpkin pie on Sunday. Bad move, mom. Obviously the sheer knowledge that there was pie in the house was too much to take for my stepfather and me...so we've already eaten it. Seriously, there's one slice left. Sorry about that!

Needless to say, I'm very excited for Thursday. If only for the fact that I won't feel guilty about eating everything...because I'm not the only one.