Thanksgiving
I am cooking
I am a kitchen, steamy and hot
I am cranberry relish simmering on the stove the night before
I am turkey in the oven, basted every thirty minutes
I am sweet potatoes smashed with salt, pepper, and a little butter
I am my children bickering in the living room
I am laughter after dinner over black coffee or green tea or red apple cider
I am pumpkin pie piled with whipped cream
I am taking food and turning it into love
I am celebrating my family
This was written as part of a creative writing class I took Fall 2020.