I managed to find a flight home from New York City to visit my family for Thanksgiving. It’s the one time of the year that we can all get together and enjoy each other’s company and have some good food to boot. My parents met me at the airport sometime in the late evening and brought me back home immediately. I wish I could have gotten in sooner than the day before Thanksgiving, but sometimes it’s difficult to find flights and hotels that meet your needs.

When I shoved open the front door, all of my aunts, uncles, and cousins were plopped down on the couch waiting for me to arrive. They all jumped up and gave me a big hug to welcome me home. After the quick first celebration, we headed to bed to await the next morning. I was awoken by the smell of food from downstairs and the sizzling of pans. In my half-slumber I inched my way down the stairs towards the kitchen to see mom’s turkey and her famous green bean casserole. Whether you want to admit it or not, the green bean casserole is the best part of any Thanksgiving meal.