I had 2 firsts. The first Thanksgiving I was in charge, I was about 16 years old and still living with my family. My mom was working out of state and unable to come home for the holiday, and my dad was working a lot. My brother and I took it upon ourselves to make Thanksgiving dinner. It actually turned out pretty good considering it was made by 2 teenagers, with the exception of the turkey and the spice cake. We couldn’t figure out what was wrong with the cake at first, it wouldn’t firm. My brother forgot to put the eggs in it . The turkey was cooked perfectly; it was tender and juicy, and apparently, so was the bag with the neck and stuff in it. I forgot to take it out, even after my mom called to remind me.
My first Thanksgiving on my own turned out pretty well. I wasn’t able to travel home to see my family, so I invited some friends in the same situation over for dinner. I was making biscuits, and at the time, I didn’t have regular milk, so I used vanilla soy milk. After they cooked, they looked like baseballs: they were almost perfectly round. They tasted ok, at least when they were still hot out of the oven. As they cooled, though, they got really hard. Eventually, they got so hard they wouldn’t even crumble. This actually became a Thanksgiving tradition for me, not the biscuits, but those of us unable to go home for the holiday getting together at my house cooking dinner. It was a lot of fun.
This year will be my first Thanksgiving with my family in about 7 years. It’s also Cody’s first Thanksgiving as part of a family. He learned last night that the holidays mean lots of food and tasting new things as I started pre-making fruit pies and casseroles. He also learned that he doesn't like apples but if I'm in the kitchen, he's in the kitchen waiting for me to drop something so he can investigate it.