Assignment 14: Flying Turkeys (Tyler Gorman)

My thanksgiving looks something like this:
Location: My grandparents' house
People in attendance: Grandparents, my parents, me, my sister, ALL of my cousins, their parents, and a few relatives whom I've never met before, which there seem to be an endless supply of.
Food: Turkey (duh), lima beans, mashed potatoes, broccoli casserole, hash brown casserole, corn pudding, all the rolls you can eat, deviled eggs, stuffing, and a bunch of stuff I can't identify but it's good so I eat it anyway.
Procedure:
1) Guests arrive, exchange hugs, greetings, everyone makes comments on my height (most of them haven't seen me in a year).
2) All thirty or so people crammed into a kitchen to bless the food
3) Food, everyone eats until they hate themselves for it
4) I pass out on my grandparents' couch in a food-induced coma until it's time to leave
5) Wait a year, then repeat.