Everyone has a story. A story of where we come from, why we do the things we do, and why we believe in the things we do. Similarly, everything has a story which also includes where it originated, who invented or created it, and why it was created. More often than not, stories overlap. Such is the case of how pizza overlaps with my story. My pizza story begins in a car on one cool fall afternoon when I was about four years old. I remember being in the back seat with my two little sisters, Consuelo and Neyda, while my dad drove and my mom sat next to him. We had just got done running some errands and we were all hungry. At the red light, my dad turned around and asked me and my sisters what we wanted for dinner. I immediately exclaimed, “Pizza!” Consuelo and Neyda seemed to agree as they started chanting, “Pizza! Pizza! Pizza!” My dad turned to look at my mom and asked her if that was okay, she agreed and so we headed over to Cici’s Pizza. Once there, my sisters and I waited impatiently for our parents to pay, so that we could head over to a table and take a seat. We then waited for our mom to serve us pepperoni pizza. I believe that because of this story, my favorite way to consume pizza is surrounded by friends and family since something crazy is sure to always happen.
Since pizza is served daily at my college’s cafeteria, I usually eat pizza
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My identity and pizza are similar in the way that I like to try new things just like pizza is ever changing. Similarly pizza and I are both not originally from the United States as pizza originated in Italy and I was born in Mexico. Pizza and I are also similar in the way that we have a variety of toppings if you will. Some of my topping include the fact that I am Mexican, a woman, a first generation college student, and the oldest of six. Pizza has even a larger variety of toppings such as broccoli, pineapple, bacon, eggs, and so many
The food that helps to identify the Italian culture was not drastically changed by American food. One way that their food was changed by American culture, according to Robert Woods, was that Italians consumed “a better quality and variety of food than in Italy” (Diner 51). Many Italians that immigrated to the US were able to incorporate more foods into their daily diet. For example, in Italy they would only consume meat a few times a year, but in America they had meat a multiple times a week. Also, olive oil became a main staple in many Italian-Americans’ homes. The white bread that they consumed in the States was also much better in comparison to the black bread they once ate in Italy. Also, Italians in America developed a “fondness for beer” (Diner 600) and would commonly consume it with their meals. On the other hand, the Italians had a large impact on the food culture of America. The American food culture began to replicate Italian food by using “Italian” herbs and labeling things “Italian style.” For example, Americans would eat “Italian sausage,” but sausage was a rare dish that was specific to certain towns in Italy (Diner 61). They would also incorporate “Italian” seasonings into dishes like meatloaf. In addition, pizza was replicated and transformed into the pizza we know now. The pizza that was a result of it
When considering food as a part of my identity, there are multiple components that make up who I am. It is a mix of family heritage, experiences, and personal preferences, which all culminate together to form my food identity. While some might see their food identity as one culture, concept, or idea, I see my food identity as a variety. This variety consists of what foods I like and the memories associated with them. Specifically, my memories and experiences with my family have contributed to what I believe to be my food identity.
What would it be like to have a life-threatening disease, and not know if you’re going to make it? Then, you found out that you could have your biggest wish come true, because of the Make-A-Wish Foundation. That’s exactly what happens to thousands of kids each year.
2005 will mark the 100-year anniversary of the first pizzeria in America. Americans eat approximately 100 acres of pizza each day, which is about 350 slices per second. According to an American Dairy Association random sampling survey, pizza is America’s fourth most craved food behind cheese, chocolate, and ice cream. American’s obviously love pizza; we have even designated the month of October as National Pizza Month. But whether you bake your pizza in your kitchen oven, in a wood-burning stove, eat it in a restaurant, or choose delivery, there is no denying this phenomenon has become as American as apple pie.
Many foods like Pastas, Pizza, Fish, Tacos; and more are from different countries. Foods came to this area because the immigrants and people that move to say Italy then bring the food over to our country.
Americans and Italians both take pride in their pizza. The countries have different typical toppings, styles, and ways of cutting the pizza, but the emphasis in the cultures is nearly equal. In america we typically like our pizza loaded with toppings: pepperoni, sausage, ham, peppers, onions, pineapple. Italians, however, cherish simple toppings: fresh mozzarella and tomatoes, spinach, mushrooms. From the small towns to the huge cities across America, there is always somewhere to buy a pizza. Across Italy, there are far fewer chains and gas stations that serve pizza, but they make up for this lack with small mom and pop restaurants and bigger, more well-known pizzerias. Italians and Americans, likewise, both love having dogs as pets. In Florence, or any of the bigger cities, seeing dozens of dogs parading around with their owners is a normal sight. In Italy they allow dogs in most restaurants, buildings, and parks. While these similarities were somewhat unexpected, the differences I noticed were much less
Say “pizza” and images of stone baking ovens filled with aromatic Italian spices comes to mind for many, especially for those who are fans of old-style baking methods. Although many of America’s food customs have been influenced by its immigrants - think Chinese, Mexican, and Japanese - Italian foods remain among the most popular. In some respects, especially in places like New York, it’s not just real Italian pizza that people are after, but rather, New York-style pizza. These eateries range from the little delis on the street corner to the bigger restaurants down the East Coast like Ynot Italian. All of them satisfy the American love of food adventures, and in the process, remind us of our delicious roots.
Embellished storytelling has remained an art form among human civilizations since the dawn of humanity. Stories were passed down through generations with each version obtaining new elements thrown in by the next storyteller. The modifications made to each story added specific fictional elements to better convey the meaning and emotions of the story. Many of these stories attempt to explain unexplainable phenomenon through stories of Gods like in Greek mythology. Yann Martel, in his famed work Life of Pi, depicts a story with a structure manipulated to create a fictional representation of the truth. The main character, Pi, who tells this story asks the narrator, “Which story do you prefer? Which is the better story?” (Martel 178). Martel explains the fictional twist of the story as a way to bring out the true essence of it. This fictional variation can be observed as a representation of Pi’s faith and it greater captivates the listener than in what is likely the truthful version.
Where do residents of El Cajon, CA, Santee, Ca, San Diego, CA and other nearby areas turn when they want a delicious meal that doesn't cost a lot and that they don't have to prepare? They turn to Maldini's pizza when they're looking for past and salad, a burger, or a scrumptious New York Style pizza. They know that we offer fast delivery, low prices, and high quality food. If you've never experienced out tasty creations, you're missing out. Luckily, you don't have to miss out for long. All that you have to do is look over our menu and place an order. We make that process simple and convenient.
There was nothing Jamie wanted more in the world than to live in a world with no rules. A world where she could scream as loud as she could, at all times;A world where she could eat her ice cream before her mashed potatoes. She wanted a world in which the adults had no “special” authority because of their age, were everyone was potentially treated the same. This and other dreams were flowing through Jamie’s mind as she sat in the corner of the classroom. As the minutes passed, her eyes began to feel watery and she quickly brushed her sleeve agains her face for she didn’t want the other kids to see her tears. “Mom is going to be mad”, she thought. There was nothing she could do now to stop her teacher from calling her mother so she decided to
I grew up in an African American household. Growing up, dinner at my grandmas house was fried chicken, collard greens, macaroni and cheese, fried okra, fried catfish, and grandma's favorite fruit cake. I have been been to three different places in my lifetime Germany, Oklahoma, and now El Paso. I feel like each place me and my family lived in,we took that food into our household and made it our own. For example in Germany we found the famous bratwurst,and me and my family loved them so much that we now cook bratwurst on the regular basis. When we lived in Oklahoma, we brought into our household "Indian tacos." Now that we live in El Paso my mom, now likes to cook with different spicy sauces. Whenever we go out to eat we usually don't get something my mom can cook at our house, because we are so use to it that we would like to try new and different things.
“How badly you want something dictates how hard you’ll work for it.” -- Anonymous. In my family, working with energy, commitment, and diligence isn’t uncommon. We are hard working which means tending to work with energy and commitment. Also, we persevere which means steadfastness is doing something despite difficulty or delay in achieving success. My dad, mom, papa, and (of course) myself, all share the trait in different ways.
I have dependably been made to accept, following the time when I was a tyke, that pizza is a solace nourishment. I get it is on account of at whatever point I will feel pitiful or when we have to liven up our night, my mother will dependably say "its pizza night!" And right away, our confronts would light up and I and my kin would instantly hop for satisfaction! There is something in the tone of my mom;s voice at whatever point she says pizza night that made us feel so energized. Regardless of the fact that it was the same kind again and again, we never appear to lose our hankering. I get this is on account of pizza is truly considered as a solace nourishment; with all its overflowing mozzarella cheddar and mouth-watering garnishes, who can deny this truth?
From my viewpoint, pizza shouldn't be thought to be a vegetable to begin with. The Congress thinks that the tomato paste is considered a vegetable, however this is false, since tomatoes are actually fruits. Based on this, Lobbyists definitely shouldn't have influence over legislation when they can't even tell the difference between a fruit and a vegetable, and the fact that they think pizza can be a vegetable. According to an article,“Congress, in the latest spending bill, has proposed to consider a slice of pizza as a vegetable and increase the amount of starchy vegetables in school lunch diets per week, contributing to child obesity.” Because obesity is such a huge deal here in America, you’d think that us Americans would try to come up with a something that would be healthier, but apparently this isn’t the case.
Back when I was only five years old, pizza was always one of my favorite food in my life.