Descriptive Essay About My Kitchen

Dorothy Allison’s essay, Panacea, recalls the fond childhood memories about her favorite dish, gravy. Allison uses vivid imagery to cook up a warm feeling about family meals to those who may be a poor family or a young mother. Appeal to the senses shows this warm feeling, along with a peaceful diction.

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.

As I added the finishing touches of friend onions and parsley to make it look aesthetically pleasing, I took a step back to stare at the masterpiece I had just created, a luscious and delectable Pakistani rice dish called “Briyani”. Making this dish is the epitome of success in every Pakistani girl’s lifetime. It’s considered an essential quality to add to one’s marriage “resume”. However, to me, it was more than just a future “in law pleaser”, it was my compass for life. A cook must be diligent and attentive to detail, conscious of every ingredient and amount that is being used. A cook is a provider, helping with the wellbeing of the people who are consuming the prepared food. The kitchen is their clinic, and the consumers are their patients. Nine years of cooking with my mother has taught me dedication, obedience, and tested my patience when some recipes would fail. Cooking, as a safe haven from the difficulties of everyday life, has helped me better connect to all my experiences throughout the years and has molded the foundation for my passion and calling, medicine.

Kitchen counter has homework laying everywhere. The stove has pancakes being cooked and ingredients are lying next to the cooking pancakes.

The excerpt ‘Turkey’s in the Kitchen’ by Dave Barry was written to portray his thoughts on gender roles in a common setting. Barry’s purpose in writing this piece is to address the steryotypes that are placed on men and women’s roles in household duties by using a humorous approach. The author uses personal anecdotes, humor, and diction to establish pathos and ethos to appeal to the audience.

So began a thrice-daily ritual on the raft, with pumpkin pie and spaghetti being the favorite subjects. The men came to know louise’s recipes so well that if louie skipped a step or forgot an ingredient, Phil, and sometimes Mac, would quickly correct him and make him start over.” Instead of just saying “they were starving” Hillenbrand instead talks about how they fantasized about Louie’s Mother's cooking. She uses detail of the cooking to develop how hungry they are and to show the lack of food they have. I know when I'm hungry I often think about my mother's mash potatoes and ham, and how she puts everything together and cooks.

The mouthwatering smell of roasting turkey & sizzling ham only adds to the medley of heavenly aromas wafting throughout the entire house as I step out from behind the closed door of my room. My kitchen, spacious, yet always felt cramped; like a can of sardines. I began to maneuvered my 5 year old self through the dozens of friends and family members. As squeezed between people the odor of pungent onions and jalapeño, they began bringing tears to my eyes much like my little sister when the Sarah McLachlan ASPCA commercial came on. I finally made it through

It may seem late but this is when we got our food. My father went out in our neighborhood, as camouflaged as possible, to get whatever vegetable scraps he could from the privileged people’s gardens. With the scraps, mother would make soup. The soup was made from water, salt, scraps, and chicken bones for flavor if we were lucky. I remember the steam dancing on the pot under the very dim kitchen lamp. The soup was honestly terrible but it was all we had. Despite the bland taste of the soup, my mother would always present our dinner with pride, knowing that she has done the best that she could. It was the same view each night. My mother presenting the soup, with a look that was a perfect mix of worrisome and affectionate. We found that look comforting as children. My father wore his anxiety on his face in wrinkles and a permanent frown on his lips, but he would force a smile once in a blue moon. My brother was always lighthearted and he provided all of us with joy and hope. This was my life, and that’s what I expected the rest of my life to

The kitchen is described as being in disorder with unwashed pans under the sink, a dish towel left on the table, a loaf of bread

The poem "Maybe the World Ends Here" by Joy Harjo is focused on the subject of family and life. Harjo is by all accounts saying that the "kitchen table" is the basic element in the things we do to unite individuals. The poem proceeds to portray everything that happens at the kitchen table and the general population it unites. For most families and in many homes, individuals get together and share their considerations, thoughts and day by day events amid mealtime at the table. It is when everybody gets together and just talks and shares themselves. It is a way individuals stay associated. This is the place individuals go to for sustenance, for finishing undertakings, for talking and for some different things. It is where youngsters are taught

Never have I taken the time to think of the significance of the kitchen table in my life, but I have come to realize that my kitchen table has always been a place to unwind and share with my family members. From childhood to my adult hood, I have always come to the kitchen table in celebration, conference, in search of security, and enjoyment. The kitchen table of the past always brought my family together, and the table in my present brings focus to my school work and an occasional “catch up” conversation with my family, and in the future I hope to have a similar kitchen table setting as I did in my childhood, but with my own style.

Kitchen, by Banana Yoshimoto, is a novel that demonstrates how a young woman, Mikage, loses her family and overcomes her grief. Yoshimoto redefines the old-fashioned and constricting view of a standard family, and offers a more liberal view on traditional Japanese aspects such as sexuality, culture, and grief. To highlight the socially-unaccepted views of grief in Japan, Yoshimoto utilizes the motif of the cosmology to properly express the aspects of grief that are too taboo to discuss in Japan. In addition, Yoshimoto uses coincidence and magical realism in order to create the connection between Mikage and Yuichi that will be vital to Mikage’s transformation from isolation and loneliness to companionship and revival.

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.

One place that I see every day but don’t put much attention to is my house. The house that I live in is near by a park and a gas station. My house is small and cozy is made of steel frames, the anterior part of the house has a beige and pink color that combine a beautiful shade. The inside of my house has many portraits of family members and drawings. I have a total of two bathrooms and four rooms a kitchen and two living rooms. We have a living room that’s used for grown-ups and the other one is used for the children. The kitchen table and chairs are made of wood, in the ceiling there is big chandelier. The walls of my house are painted in different colors that are green, beige and pink. I like that every room has its own different color, it’s not boring it brings life and shade.

When it comes down to feeding your body and mind, nothing is superior to preparing your food from scratch, with quality ingredients and served with love. If you have never experienced this phenomenon then try it out for 90 days and see how you feel. Come to that, see how your family feels as you work together in the kitchen to create a level of harmony and good health that is only possible when food is prepared in a loving manner, and eaten slowly with others. OK, so no excuses about time and schedules and…and…and. Instead let’s take a look at why preparing your food is a win-win situation for everyone.