More Than a Meal
I shove the door to my grandparents house open and immediately I am hit with the dense, warm aroma of a delicious thanksgiving meal being cooked. My mouth instantaneously begins to water and my stomach growls like an angry pack of wolves. I hug my grandparents and although I am happy to see them, I can’t help but remain focused on the exquisite meal that I am about to devour, and they understand because they feel the same way I do. The seconds feel like hours and the minutes feel like days as I await for the feast to be complete, and when it finally is, I can’t even decide what I want to put on my plate first. My eyes survey the soft mashed potatoes that look like moist clouds, the golden-brown stuffing, the flakey rolls, and most importantly, the tender, yet perfectly moist turkey. I put a little of everything on my plate and sit down and begin to attack my plate. Every bite is utter bliss and despite my extreme hunger, I savor every bite and enjoy the moment because I recognize that the remaining Thanksgiving dinners I’ll share with my family is unfortunately finite. I look around at the rest of my family surrounding me at the table and notice how they interact, laughing and joking with each other, yet still creating a lingering feeling of togetherness.(Im assuming this is your thesis statement; it does a very good job connecting to the rest of your essay. It addresses both the happiness in the moment and the future importance the meal will have) The Thanksgiving feast that my grandparents cook for our family every year never ceases to amaze me and is my favorite meal, not only because of the varying delicious foods that comprise it, but because of the enlightening effect it has on my family, the vivid memories of eating the meal as a child, and the positive feelings of happiness and love mixed with the feelings of nostalgia and that arise while eating it.(Excellent introduction. Honestly have no negative feedback for this)
For my family and I, our Thanksgiving celebration and our delicious feast signifies more than meets the eye; the meal has a deeper value for us. I feel that many people really forget the true meaning of each holiday and we begin to take them for granted and just think of them as a day where we get together and eat food, and in some instances give and receive presents. Although my family does participate in those practices that hundreds of millions of people also participate in world-wide, we never forget the true meaning and value of each holiday. When I look at the meal in from of me on Thanksgiving, I see more than just turkey, stuffing, potatoes, and vegetables. I see the value and the meaning of it. When I look down at my filled plate, I think of how lucky I am to be able to have such a loving family, be eating such a wholesome meal, and how lucky I am to live the life I live. The meal also signifies time I get to spend with my family catching up and visiting with them. I don’t see my family too often because of how busy all of our schedules are, as all of my cousins, including myself, are either in college or have graduated and have busy jobs and my aunts and uncles all have hectic adult lives as well. But, when we do get together, it is very special and I value the time I spend with my family very much.(The only thing I would add is what your family is like. What are their personalities, and how does this impact the importance of the meal?)
The wonderful Thanksgiving dish also evokes many feelings from within me, one of those being a certain sense of nostalgia. Although my Thanksgiving celebrations with my family aren’t in my past, when I look down at my plate and see the same food I have eaten every Thanksgiving for my entire life, it brings me back to when I was younger and what my perception was at that time. I can remember one Thanksgiving in particular, I was probably about six or seven years old, and I sat at the table and thought about how much younger and smaller I felt than everyone else. I am the youngest in my family by about two or three years, so when I was younger, everyone else was much bigger than me. I don’t know why, but I think about how I felt at that Thanksgiving every single year and laugh at how much things have changed some twelve years later. Although somewhat depressing and pessimistic of myself, the meal also evokes some sadness in me because I know that I won’t be able to have that meal forever and some day, I won’t celebrate Thanksgiving with the people I have for my entire life. Yet, at the same time, I feel happy because for the time being, I still have time with my family left, and many delicious Thanksgiving meals courtesy of my grandmother left to eat.
Upon talking to my grandmother and grandfather about what this dish means to them, no matter what they said, their answers always went back to the reoccurring theme of family. My grandmother, when asked what making the dish meant to her, she explained that “[she] had always taught the kids that family was the most important thing. Thanksgiving isn’t only about the food, it’s about family. Family is the biggest thing” and that is what they thought about while making the dish. (quote implementation is good and makes sense, and is well integrated into your writing)My grandparents had always instilled the value of family into my mom and her brothers, and it is very evident because they all live within a ten mile radius and talk several times every week. Although my grandparents have explained the value of family to me hundreds of times, they didn’t really think that the reason I liked the dish was because of the family aspect. My grandmother thought that I liked the dish because of just the food and my grandfather exclaimed “He doesn’t have to make it!”, which lined up perfectly with his humorous personality(what other aspects are there to his personality and your grandmother? What is it like interacting with them outside of thanksgiving, and what effect does this have overall to the meal?). But, to their surprise, I explained to them that most of what I had written about was how much the family aspect of the holiday meant to me and how the meal signified something larger than just food. They both agreed that this was also their favorite meal, as my grandmother stated that “On Thanksgiving, the whole family usually can make it so we are all together, but on Christmas sometimes people are working or have other places to be, so its really special when everyone is together” which truly resembles the essence of a holiday.
Overall, this dish is so meaningful to my family and I not just because of the food we are actually eating, but because of the value and the feelings that it brings. It means that my entire family comes together on a day to give thanks for what we have and truly appreciate each other. Although some people of my age may not understand the true meaning of holidays and think they are cheesy, which at some times can be true, to be able to come together with your family to share a meal is an unbelievable privilege. At the end of the day, holidays are more than what we are actually eating, but what we are doing while we eat and who we share the meal with.
This essay is very well-written and organized. The thesis statement is solid, quote implementation is seamless and makes sense, and the descriptions of the food are vividly detailed. In terms of what could be added, I think the biggest thing is describing your family more. The reader knows that you have a good relationship with them, but doesn’t know much about their personalities aside from that. Adding more parts like the one describing your grandfather’s comical personality will help the reader empathize with and understand the importance of the meal more. Also, adding a more detailed description of how your family interacts, what their personalities are and why the meal dynamic works so well would really drive the point of how important the meal really is. If you’re looking for more details to add aside from that, maybe talking about how the food tastes in more detail could add some depth. However, your excellent description of what the meal looks and smells like may be enough.
