Descriptive Essay About Cooking

Cooking is something that has been around since the beginning and something that we cannot afford to loose. Cooking is what makes us human, what provides us with the right nutrients and what keeps us from falling into the industries trap. Michael Pollan’s The Cooking Animal reinforced my belief on the importance of home cooked meals and also expands it.

When the assignment was first presented to me, I was really excited because I love to cook even though I am not the best at it. Some dishes I am planning to make for my family are based on Vietnamese dishes my father and relatives have cooked for my family in the past. The stir fried noodles would be my dad’s recipe that he would always make for a party when he needs something quick and easy. The dessert would be this colorful jelly cake that my aunt would always make for my birthday whenever I am in Florida. This connects to my faith journey by giving back to my family for all they have done for me and through that, I am giving back to God, making my relationship with Him and my family stronger.

Ever since I was little, I enjoyed being in the kitchen with my mom, dad and other family members. As long as I can remember, I was always there, trying to help out in whatever I could and what my family members would let me. When I was eight, I baked my first batch of chocolate chip cookies and ever since then I developed a passion and dedication for baking that has helped to teach many

In Jessica Harris’s “The Culinary Season of my Childhood” she peels away at the layers of how food and a food based atmosphere affected her life in a positive way. Food to her represented an extension of culture along with gatherings of family which built the basis for her cultural identity throughout her life. Harris shares various anecdotes that exemplify how certain memories regarding food as well as the varied characteristics of her cultures’ cuisine left a lasting imprint on how she began to view food and continued to proceeding forward. she stats “My family, like many others long separated from the south, raised me in ways that continued their eating traditions, so now I can head south and sop biscuits in gravy, suck chewy bits of fat from a pigs foot spattered with hot sauce, and yes’m and no’m with the best of ‘em,.” (Pg. 109 Para). Similarly, since I am Jamaican, food remains something that holds high importance in my life due to how my family prepared, flavored, and built a food-based atmosphere. They extended the same traditions from their country of origin within the new society they were thrusted into. The impact of food and how it has factors to comfort, heal, and bring people together holds high relevance in how my self-identity was shaped regarding food.

Gabriel Papazyan is his full name, and he is currently attending CSUN. As you could tell by his last name, you could already imagine that he is not from North or South America. He is actually from Armenia, and it’s located in Asia. The first things that I learn about his culture were his traditional foods. After showing me pictures of his tradition foods, I was dying to eat Armenian foods. One of the first Armenian foods that he showed was the Armenian Lula Kabab. This conventional food contains a grilled lamb shoulder marinated with egg, paprika, mint leaves, and tomato paste. It also goes with rice, noodles and a little bit of spinach, as well as, lettuce to complete the dish. Another favorite dish that he introduced me to was Khash, and this meal is eaten at breakfast. Khash is a type of dish that has a cow or sheep parts, and this recipe

It was delicious, each bite bursting with flavor. We all gave thanks as a family, and we were all thankful for each other. Everyone had fun, laughing and sharing memories of the past.

One of the hardest things about moving to Little Rock for college is knowing that I will not get to enjoy southern home cooked meals everyday. My grandma’s crispy pork chops with fried potatoes, and creamy macaroni and cheese and freshly picked green beans, from the garden in the backyard, or her homemade vegetable soup and buttered cornbread really screams my name as I stand in line for a standard cafeteria meal. Not having her cooking available to me everyday is definitely a struggle. Food is the center of my whole family. Food is what brings us together. Not just ordinary food though, no. It is southern home cooked food.

A Lot of people may love shopping or going on long walks on the beach or even go on amazing adventures, but one of the most enjoyable things I love to do with my family is eating. I could eat for days or even months. Every holiday I never miss my mother’s homemade tamales, especially Thanksgiving. Just when I take a bite, the tamale breaks apart in my mouth. When my mother makes home made burritos,the rice and the beans just taste super delicious and the cheese melts right in my mouth. Sometimes my mother would make some menudo with lots of love in it. I would put some lemon juice to make it sour and onions to give it that flavor.

"The Native American Cookbook Recipes From Native American Tribes," offers a large collection of recipes from and inspired by Native Americans. More than just a cookbook, it is a trip into history. The book seems like a personal journey for Mullins back his heritage as a Cherokee. This book offers time-proven favorites, inventive new ideas and contemporary twists on Native cuisine.

made me a stronger person and taught me how to be responsible. I need to make sure that all my school work are done while working at the same time.

I witnessed true comradery, I learned how to be compassionate and experienced a love I’ve never known before. I learned how to give without expectations of something in return (other than the good feeling accompanied by it), I learned to never judge a book by its cover, be grateful for what you have because some aren’t as fortunate, and most importantly be kind to everyone!

Culinary art is a momentous part of my life.When I was around the age of nine I was living with both my mom and dad. I was always in the kitchen helping my mom cook dinner. I made baked ziti, empanadas, sweet potato pie, and other foods.When I was in high school, I lived with my father,and after my older siblings grew up it was just me and my little sister so I was responsible for cooking the meals. I was cooking for my family an average of seven days a week and I was never tired or bored, I enjoyed it. I developed a strong passion for culinary arts. I am passionate about it because it excites me, inspires me, and encourages me to open a restaurant.

The green small crunchy tree- like shaped vegetable doesn’t make me feel guilty about my favorite meal because every bite is filled with specks of broccoli so the health factor is definitely included. I know I’m getting my proper amount of vegetables. The succulent tan chewy mushrooms provides an excellent source of potassium, also an interesting fact (mushrooms helps with migraine headaches.) The sundried tomatoes are sparingly sprinkled throughout the dish because the flavor is quite intense, concentrated and slightly salty so a little goes along way. Many vegetables give pasta the picture perfect look.

Food brings everyone together no matter what culture you are in. Culture is a way of life shared by a group of people, beliefs, customs, symbols and etc. Many families can spend time with each other by preparing and eating dinner at the table, going out for dinner or just celebrating holidays.

I’ve always had a passion for cooking. When I was a little girl I loved to cook and enjoyed learning about all sort of cuisines. Today, I am still in the kitchen and every chance I get, I cook. Some days it isn’t even fancy or a hard recipe. Some days it’s a classic, but something that I’ve created. Cooking is my time to be me. It’s the “art form” I pride myself at being good at and I don’t have to try (unlike drawing…not so good at that!). Like a child getting a new toy, I get excited when I discover new foods and ingredients. My mind feels “at home” when it’s in the process of creating in the kitchen. It’s fun getting the ingredients, piling them all on the counter, then chopping, stirring, adding a pinch of this and a splash of that. Then I have to wait for everything to cook. Finally the reward of my creativity is taken out of the oven and placed on a plate. The creative work I’ve done is fully realized when I can share my work with others.