Flying Turkeys - Harrison

Thanksgiving is always fantastic. It's hands down my favorite holiday of the year. And honestly, it's because of the food.

My Thanksgiving has always been split between two sides, my mom's and dad's (double the food, right?). For my dad's side, we always eat dinner on Thanksgiving Day. I only have two cousins there, but they're worth the company so I'm not complaining. My grandmother's cooking is always a bit questionable, so I usually stick to the stuff I help make in order to prolong my life. Everything is usually pretty chill, not much going on except quiet conversations, a stark contrast to the Thanksgiving I would experience the next day.

For my mom's side, everyone is absolutely nuts. There are 10 kids vying to get as many rolls as possible, pushing each other around and tossing them to one another. My brother typically shoves 4 deviled eggs in his mouth at once and spews them out his nose. I have two family members who are gluten free, so a lot of food is made in mind of that and they always get first dibs to avoid the cross contamination that will ensue following them from all the hooligans. But these hooligans are my people. For some reason lost on me, we are "the bum squad." My closest cousin in age, Madison, got me a job at ChickFilA and everyone at ChickFilA now calls us both bum. We are all called bum, and all call each other bum instead of using our actual name. And I don't understand it but it's all great. I couldn't imagine being any closer with any of them and it's absolutely fantastic. Just like the food.