My stomach let out one last roar as the waiter set down the plate of tacos accompanied by Spanish rice and beans. I went straight for the chicken taco garnished with cheese, lettuce, and tomatoes. A puddle of my cravings formed at the pit of my mouth as I grabbed the taco and pulled it closer to the portal of my hunger. The crack of the taco shell was as satisfying as the A I received on my final exam last week. My taste buds exploded like fireworks on the fourth of July. The crunch of the fresh lettuce became joyful music to my ears. Each bite become more savoring. I became distracted by the tingle I detected on my tongue and soon realized the tacos were topped with spicy
Paxton Williams Mrs. Becker English IV 21 August 2014 Have you ever tried to experiment with different types of food? Of course you have, everyone has at least once in their life. Even if it was changing something small like adding a different spice or to something big like adding your own twist to it. Sometimes people will like what you did, and there are other times where it doesn’t work and then you know what not to do. This is the trial and error part in cooking and this is the most tedious part of the process. Now of course people are going to have different opinions and criticism it a key part of learning how to cook or to improve upon your cooking. Even though food varies in more ways than just taste and since it is enjoyed by everyone
Hunger in America is very important and dangerous. Hunger means that people are in need of
What makes this meal so unique was not as much the item itself, but the way I always chose to eat it. The first step was to pull back the tin foil that’s crinkling sound gave me goosebumps as if I had just listened to Jimi Hendricks play the “Star Spangled Banner” at Woodstock in 1969. I ate the first mouthwatering half of the burrito before removing the rest of the tin foil and emptying the tortilla contents on top of my chips that are complementary with each meal. Using my fingers, I rubbed the tortilla back and forth feeling for any food remaining inside to ensure that it had all ended up in the bowl. I then drenched the now nachos in the famous Kaiser salsa and steaming hot queso. Using a combination of my fingers and the oh so familiar black plastic fork, I proceeded to take my first bite, aroused by the crunch that filled my ears, mixed with the flavors that were taking over every single taste bud in my mouth. Before I knew it, the entire plate was cleared, but it could not have been more satisfying and I could not wait until the next Sunday when this adventure would begin all over
Hunger in the United States, and how it’s an important topic to write about and that everyone should know about. The hunger in America then and now, we have moved from efficient scavenging to conspicuous consumption and then back again. The estimated percentage of household waste about 22 percent millions of thousands approximately. Food waste has become a serious issue in our society in the last few that affected poor and rich countries as well. We live in a world where so many have no clue about the people in need of food. I feel like so many don’t show their kinder sides to those who need our help and can’t eat. Of course, there are a good proton of people out there who show kindness to those in need. Just think about everyone who is worrying
My head is on something soft, but my body is laying on something hard, and dry. I gradually open my eyes. Sight. I look around at what I can see without moving anything. I see the group, all sitting down quiet from.. eating. Then I hear small crackling from a very small fire. I smell... I smell.. meat! Cooked meat. "She's awake." I know that voice. It's like my ears are tuned to that voice. I could pick it out in a sea of thousands. That voice makes pretty singers, who sing pretty songs sound dull. That voice makes everything else sound ugly. "Carl." I say with delight. He puts his hands under my head, then one on my back. I slowly figure out what he is doing. Sitting me up. Now that I have some strength back, I use that to help him. Most of the group is indulging in whatever food we have come across, the others are watching me. "Here. Eat this." Carl hands me a small stick with chunks of warm meat on it. I take a bite. Taste. It sends a wave of flavor over my tongue. Moistening it from the juice. I moan at the tasteful treat. "So good." I say to Carl or anyone who can hear me, all while I rip another piece off. I hear a small laugh from him and Rick. "What.. how.. when did you get this?" I don't know how to word my question. "Um.." Carl shoots a look at his dad. "Deer, about an hour ago." I nod. "Never thought a deer would make my day." I finish the last bite, whipping my mouth with my sleeve. I can feel more of my
Everyone loves watching a good movie, especially me. I love being lost in the worlds of fake characters on a screen more than being lost in the real world. Most of the time, the situations and environments the characters are in are more compelling and enthralling than the world us teenage kids live in. It’s hard having “fun” as a teenager (depending on what your definition of fun is).
In the Central Catholic cafeteria there is a lot of great options for lunch. Anything from sandwiches to chicken nuggets. They have a very wide selection for you. But as soon lunch starts you gotta make sure you get down there quick so you're not in the back of the line or the food might be gone. The prices are kind of reasonable to some extent. But we're here to talk about the food so let's talk. For me personally when I see pizza or spaghetti I just know that I’m in for a good meal and you already know you gotta go for some fries as well. The best cookies on earth are at this school. The chocolate cookies are amazing. As a matter of fact, all the cookies are good and a cold water to wash it down. The nuggets are also very good too
Being bored is a bummer. Some people think being bored is an acceptable thing. People don't need to be sitting around doing nothing all day. They can be outside, looking for jobs, hanging out with friends. Boredom is just people being lazy. They don't want to look for things to occupy their time. They are looking and waiting for someone else to tell them to get up and do something so they can act even more lazy than they already are.
Chuck E. Cheese’s, the home of many childhood parties and fun-packed arcade games, had been a place I often frequented many times as a young boy. After every quarterly “ME” and “MP” filled report card I received in primary school, my mother brought me to this kid-friendly hub as a reward. I remembered having tons of fun playing skee-ball, the Contra and TMNT arcade machines, and the ticket-splashing “Jumpin’ Jackpot” game. Even though I used to fear Chuck E. roaming around the play areas, I absolutely enjoyed making loads of one-day friendships with the kids roaming around me, which resulted in a multitude of sketch booth pictures, and tickets cashed in for slinkies. By the way, their pizza had me jumping for joy in every visit. Coming back as an adult, I initially felt a vibe of delight and happiness upon returning. The ultimate difference, however, when comparing my childhood experiences to now was through my value of gathering tickets for prizes. Considering that most of the prizes are not meant for the teenage audience, I usually left my tickets on a
The fresh aroma of cinnamon rolls filled my nostrils and I heaved a deep sigh of pleasure. Carefully, I pulled them from the oven, a steady flow of steam rising off of them. I laid the tray carefully on the counter and stood back to look at the beauty of my creation. Eight, symmetrical cinnamon rolls lined up on a silver tray, just praying to be eaten. I grabbed the bowl of frosting and poured the thick, creamy, white substance over them, watching it slide like honey. I smiled with satisfaction. This is where I loved to be. Where I wanted to be. In the kitchen, whipping up something spectacular, watching the magic that I could create with just my hands. The different colors and textures and smells were outstanding combinations capable of overwhelming
After hours of cramming for final exam, I can’t take anymore and go to the fridge looking for that perfect treat to satisfy my midnight cravings. Nothing in sight is just quite right. I look in the pantry for that fulfilling food. Alas! Nothing is in the pantry but chips
Conversely, the speaker of “The Hunger Past” tells the tale of how her father influenced her to appreciate the simplicity of properly cooked food, contrasting the depth and profound influence demonstrated in “Two Fish, One Morning”. Ignorant to the beauty of properly cooked meat, the speaker initially dismisses her father’s comment on her inability to properly cook, claiming that her overcooked meat was how she liked it. However, after observing her father’s “vigor and passion” during each meal and tasting a properly cooked yakiniku, the speaker finally comes to understand why her father and grandfather insist on certain cooking methods. Appreciating “the full-bodied taste of the beef [that] coated [her] mouth”, the speaker comes to the realization
Some hobbies that I enjoy are playing football, sailing, traveling, and studying politics. I love being physically active and playing outside as soon as I get the chance. I am a very outdoorsy person all together.
I’m so hungry right now I could eat a cow. I wanted to go to the cafeteria today but I overslept and missed the meal hours. Days like this I wish I had a car so I could go to McDonalds and get a hot and spicy plain and some