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Articles of Confession

Every year for Thanksgiving we go to my cousin’s house in Celebration. It’s a big event including family from my father’s side, and my cousin’s wife’s family as well. There are typically two turkeys, one which is under-cooked and another which has been man-handled by somebody’s grandfather (unrelated to me). We all know of my germaphobia, inherited from my mother and also shared by my brother, so to keep from going hungry, my mother last year bought a Honey-Baked Ham. As a result, she caught the evil eye from my cousin and grandmother because it’s a ham and we are Jewish. Not that a single person in my family keeps kosher. This year she was told that it would not be allowed in the house.

What I found funny was that three people were talking about where the ham was this year because it’s their favorite. My brother and I explained the situation, which everyone agreed was stupid, and how my mother still got the ham to split amongst my parents, brother, and me, which everyone agreed was a great idea.