Descriptive Essay On An Apple

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One of the most pervasive themes in this passage is that of a spreading decay that is taking over the society. This is first expressed in quite a literal sense, as an actual decay of fruit and produce, which spreads like a virus across the American countryside and farming lands. Due to the economic mismanagement of the farming industry, fruit and other produce are left to rot and decay on the trees because they are not picked by the farmers. The text gives many examples of different fruits being left to decay on the farms. We see, for example, the cherries, that are described at first as “full and sweet”, being left to turn into seeds which “drop and dry with black shreds hanging from them”. The purple prunes, which now “carpet the

As he stood before the various pies at the grocery store, he began to drool and sweat not just because of the looks of the pie, but the feeling of guilt that he retrieves. He describes his “wet, finger-dripping pieces” after eating the pie and claims it to be the best thing he has ever tasted. The description of his sticky fingers, helps the reader to comprehend the feeling of him digging his fingers into the pie and fulfilling himself. His teeth covered in the jam-like filling describing the way he devoured the pie and the taste of it. But after he finished the pie, he remembers the grocer’s forehead and recalls that feeling of guilt from earlier.

Written in 1980, Galway Kinnell's Blackberry Eating is a poem which creates a strong metaphoric relationship between the tangible objects of blackberries, and the intangible objects of words. The speaker of the poem feels a strong attraction to the sensory characteristics (the touch, taste, and look) of blackberries. The attraction he feels at the beginning of the poem exclusively for blackberries is paralleled in the end by his appetite and attraction to words. The rush the speaker gets out of blackberry eating is paralleled to the enjoyment he finds in thinking about certain words; words which call up the same sensory images the blackberries embody.

William had known that it was Melinda’s land, but as soon the the innocent boy laid eyes on the apples he couldn’t help himself. He dashed through the field, and into the apple grove. Immediately, William began pulling apples off the tree, and devouring them.

Food is the most tedious task of the day, and it often occupies your mind at all times, especially in your sleep. Waking up in the dark, cold corner of Herman Ave, I find myself lying down under a tree confused by my surroundings. In a panic, my feet jump to touch the ground trying to search for a familiar sight. Once all the memories from the night before immerge, I recall not eating for the past two days and that has brought short -term memory loss every time I awake. I feel my body eating itself from the inside, and I muster the strength to walk to the corner of a 711 gas station to beg for change. Dozens of people walk pass me and give me a smug face and stare at me as if I were a foreign animal in a cage—out on display for their amusement. Two hours pass before I collect enough money to purchase a ninety-nine cent doughnut. After satisfying my hunger, I go to my favorite location where I search for food—a subway shop on Vasco Road. Thinking back to two hours ago, I wondered why I didn’t initially come to this location instead of showcasing myself at 711; my brain must have lacked oxygen. The walk from 711 to Subway is minimal; it took (takes) me one minute to arrive. I look inside the sandwich shop to reassure myself that there is only one employee working, and I dash to

Whenever its Christmas we like to do things before Christmas so we go to Lego Land and Big Bear to see snow my sister Kelly always comes for Christmas with her son Kristopher.Then on Christmas Eve we all invite my family like my uncle Rolando and my grandmother Concha and her husband Oscar,my aunt Angela with her baby Emily my cousin. I love my siblings I have 3 brothers and 1 sister and there names are Kelly, Kenny, Kevin, Carlos and my sisters son Kristopher and me, Kelsy. We all start with K its really cool I call us the K family but my brother Carlos still has the same sound but just a diffrent letter.So he is still a K and they come to and so does my Aunt Jessica. Then we eat spagetti with applecider. Applecider is for the kids and the

‘You have plucked fruit in the garden yonder. You have it in your pocket now. And you are going to carry it back, untasted, to the Lion; for him to eat, for him to use. You simpleton! Do you know what that fruit is? I will tell you. It is the apple of youth, the apple of life. I know, for I have tasted it; and I feel already such changes in myself that I know I shall never grow old or die. Eat it, Boy, eat it; and you and I will both live forever and be king and queen of this whole world - or of your

In David Sedaris’ “Tasteless,” he stresses how the meaning of delicious food throughout his life has always been important to him. Growing up he ate substantial amounts of food without caring what it was. As he got older, smoking took a toll on his taste buds. He didn’t appreciate the subtle differences between fine meals and bland meals due to his lack of taste. David had learned how something with so much value to him, such as food, could considerably lose value.

A considerable amount of apple trees was from a famous nurseryman named John Chapman, a.k.a Johnny Appleseed, who is said to have “owned a string of nurseries that spread from western Pennsylvania across Ohio and into Indiana.” His apples are said to have “made it into W.H. Ragan's USDA Bulletin No. 56, Nomenclature of the Apple, the essential reference for apple lovers, which in 1905 cataloged around 17,000 apples” (Hensley). Apples certainly had many uses. Apples were eaten fresh, baked into pies and pastries, dried, and even fermented into alcohol. Even in the 21st century, we as Americans still enjoy apples to this day. Therefore, my curiosity was peaked and I searched for apple recipes that were enjoyed throughout the colonies. Thanks to Eliza Smith’s cookbook, “The Compleat Housewife or Accomplish'd Gentlewoman's Companion,” I discovered a full recipe to the Apple Tansey. The recipe reads:

The south was a place full of poplar trees and sweet, fragrant magnolias. In contrast, as illustrated in “Strange Fruit” the south was also the place the most hateful crimes against African Americans in our counties history were taken place. Meeropol uses metaphors to convey images of these gruesome acts of racism. Meeropol repeats the words “crop” and “strange fruit” which both refer to African American people and emphasize the metaphor for the lynching of African Americans being talked about the poem. These people were simply treated like bad crops, left outside for the birds to eat.

As she picks the apple she compares herself to it, lonely. “...that does not seem to belong”. It felt special to her, “different”, “It fits perfectly in my hand”, she held it tightly. After she picked the rest of the class goes down to the shepherds house to make the cider. When the taste the cider everyone overlooks it and just drinks it, but Farah she taste something different, her apple.

But the taste of the exocarp is dependent on the type of the apple; it could unleash series of juices to uncomfortably ooze down the chin, attack the senses with horridly sour bites, it could possess a grimy texture that will wipe your teeth dry; bruises can taste dull, or in more preferable scenarios, an apple can taste ideal in accordance to one’s preferences. This is a human’s behavior. This is beyond the visual pleasing effect of the appearances of the skin, but rather taste their bruises, taste the sour, the too sweet, the dry, the juicy, the tastes that set one apart from another. Naturally, the easily bothered will take a bite, but quickly dismiss the apple as inedible; many others will eat the skin and will not bother with the exocarp, not to exclude the many many times the apple’s flesh will appease to one’s preferences, thus keeping them eating until they reach the

You can't compare an apple to an orange. It will cause a lot of self-esteem issues, but when it comes to compare and contrasting Doodle and his brother is very easy. This book is about Doodles brother is is embarrassed of his brother because he is messed up and can just walk when he is five.

I reached for the grape with all my soul, as my mouth began to water, I snatched it violently eager to please my taste buds and quickly placed it in my mouth. I let the grape roll underneath my tongue and back on top where I balanced it as my body prepared for godliness. As my mouth began to flood with saliva signaling it can’t wait any longer, I crushed the grape with my first molars and the flavor exploded as if I had set of a bomb. I could feel, taste and analyze all the different flavors and dyes as if I was a living chromatogram, my taste buds eased with satisfaction as the appetizing juice ran down my throat followed by the violet exterior. I stood there with my eyes closed, captivated by what I had just experienced and convinced that this was truly the work of God.