1. My holiday feast
... in their lives and the world. Once it is time to eat we gather in the kitchen to say the prayer. My dad says the prayer and usually gives a good message that touches all of our lives. My dad then says "let's eat," and all of the men rush to see what the women have prepared. I walk over by the oven ... . I had an assort of things that I could choose out of. There was pecan pie, my grandmother's triple stacked cream cheese cake, which I like to call the tower of power. Alongside the tower were some german, chocolate cake, then my aunt's ooey gooey butter cake, and an arrangement of roasted...
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