"NYA!!" I face-palm. A typical Daniel for a special day. So typical for Daniel. I laugh in joy and he rushes upstairs with me to play.
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My mom shouts , "DINNER TIME KIDS!" I pounce down the stairs like a famished cheetah and take my place at the dinner table. The smokey turkey is two seats away. It has flaky brown skin. My mouth gapes open at what looks like a marshmallow yam dish. It is orange with toasted marshmallows on top. I stare in a awe at the stuffing that is unbelievably extraordinarily amazingly cool. It is yellowish-orange. It is a blend of chestnuts, celery, dried apricot, orange pepper, sage, and parsley. It was a very festive dish. Then, I take a final look at the turkey. It is chopped into pieces but its former glory still stands. The string beans are laid out in an abstract pattern and are forest green and the bread is placed in a pyramid formation. They are as yellow as the sun. The beets are luring me in, making me want to grab some and stuff it in my mouth. They are purple like a bruise, but a tasty bruise.
"YAY!" It is finally my turn to grab my food. I stab a couple of pieces of turkey and plop them on my plate. Then I scoop some of the inviting stuffing and put it on my plate. I cut some of the marshmallow yam and dump it on my plate. I ruin the abstract pattern when I scoop out some of the string beans from the bowl. I shorten the pyramid when I take a piece of bread. I instantly start eating the food. I savor every moment of it. The texture of the turkey, the flavor of the stuffing, the gooeyness and crunchiness of the marshmallow yam, the mouth watering moment of eating the stuffing, the sweetness and crispiness of the bread, the crunchy beets, and the tangy string beans are all saved on my tongue. I taste them vividly. My plate, that was once an artist's color palate of green, magenta, orange, yellow, brown, and white was reduced to only white; the color of the plate. Thanksgiving was the best ever!