The table was set in Grafton, West Virginia for the Baker family Thanksgiving dinner. With a starving stomach, three hours on the road, and a platter of outstanding food in front of me, I couldn’t wait any longer.

The trek to West Virginia was ordinary, we moved amazingly fast as my family traveled on Thanksgiving Day when nearly no other cars were on the road.

As I entered the older home the aroma of turkey, gravy, mashed potatoes, and stuffing hit my nose all at once and I suddenly could not wait to get upstairs.

I saw my grandmother and her mother preparing dinner; stirring around the gravy and mixing up the stuffing.

Suddenly, relatives from far and wide started to arrive just in time for the feast. Sadly, none of my other cousins close to my age could come because of other dinner obligations.

Even though this Thanksgiving had less people than usual, it was still an excellent dinner.

To start off my first plate, I took a decent amount of gravy, mashed potatoes and turkey.

My grandmother’s recipe for stuffing has been in the family for numerous generations and is some of the best food I have ever tasted.

Finally, I covered my plate in homemade, delicious, runny gravy. After rounding up our plates the family took their seats and began to munch on their food.

Light conversation carried around the room as relatives caught up on family matters and such. The mood was delightful, all of the family was together having a splendid time, surrounded by astounding food.

After more food and conversation dessert came out and I quickly snagged two of my great Aunt Carroll’s sour cream chocolate chip cookies.

The cookies had melted right in my mouth – they were piping hot but so delicious that I couldn’t wait to eat them.

After a few more hours with the family, watching the Carolina Panthers crush the Dallas Cowboys in an NFL Thanksgiving special, my family headed back home to prepare for Christmas.