Descriptive Essay On Breakfast

She asked. “Yes, please!” I said. I was so hungry my stomach was trying to eat itself. I ate the crackers and drank the Sprite and fell back to sleep.

“That sounds good to me. On a more pleasant note, “I’ve prepared a light snack, or so I thought until Fiona presented her triple chocolate concoction for dessert. I thought you would like to eat before we start. I’m not sure what or how you do what you do, but I know I need food in my stomach before proceeding any further.”

Home alone on a Friday night, the girl sat on a dilapidated couch that her older brother bought on sale from a nearby La-Z-Boy. While mindlessly watching TV, she drank sweet grape juice, ate artificial mac and cheese from a box, still-cold frozen vegetables and two pieces of squishy white bread that her mother bought for her earlier in the day. This was her first attempt at a religious experience; her first Shabbat meal.

“I know that. If I don’t feed you yo skinny ass would waste away. You think I don’t notice that you barely eat. Well I do now sit down and eat your food.” She said while pushing the loaded plate into my hands.

“Audrey come on, do you want to go watch a movie or something” Ronny asked.

Vic sighed, obviously frustrated with my behavior. "Did you plan to?" I find myself asking thereafter.

My nana usually would walk to the other side of the island and ask how hungry I was. Depending on the day or what activities my day held, my answers would vary. That day I had gym so I burnt off everything I had for lunch. So I told her I was, “pretty hungry, but not hungry, hungry.”

"Rise and shine sweetie!" A voice said before opening the curtains and sunlight beamed into my room.

Then, the door was answered. There she was, the girl of the hour, opening the door and matching her eyes to mine.

we were done eating Cody (my husband) quickly got up and went to the car as our friends and I

I heard the shower turn off. I closed the browser on my phone, and with a wicked smile on my face, I pushed the door to the bathroom open without knocking.

On a scale from one to ten, how much pain are you in? To me, pain is indescribable. You can’t put a number on it. It affects everyone differently: physically, mentally, or both. Pain puts a person under pressure. It is just you and your pain and no one can fully understand how you feel and no one knows for sure how to get rid of it. People can guess, but they might not be right. Because of that, your pain knows you. It knows your fears, your favorite things to do, and how far is your tipping point or until you hit rock bottom. Pain is the friend you wished you never had.

It was the night of May19, 1990, a little bit of a darker and colder night for May. My mom was home for the summer from Faulkner University, she had a job working at Food World. She had agreed to go out a double date set up by her high school friend, Mindy and her boyfriend Sam. She wore jeans and a short sleeve purple sweater, and was waiting to be picked up by Mindy and Sam.

There are many different techniques that an author can use to create an effective piece of writing to convince an audience to support your research. The concept of food relating to the characteristics of a population, such as their race, religion, culture, etc. creates an interesting discussion on how different aspects of food and the processes involved including but not limited to the making, selling, and marketing of the food can impact a person. Between the three research pieces regarding the different elements of food, the most effective piece written would be From Loncheras to Lobsta Love: Food Trucks, Cultural Identity and Social Justice. This research blog is the best piece between the three because of the advanced use of logical and convincing techniques that the author, Julian Agyeman, uses throughout his writing. These aspects if his writing help make this piece excel over the other two writings, Coding and Decoding Dinner by Todd Kliman and More than Just the “Big Piece of Chicken” The Power of Race, Class, and Food in America Consciousness written by Psyche Williams-Forson.

If you were to combine family, friends and food, there are endless possibilities that might come to mind.  This to me is the ultimate meal, this is my Thanksgiving.  With two freshly shot turkeys laying in front of you in the line of county potatoes, fresh garden squash, and any other garden vegetables that may come into your head.  Topped off with a steaming pot of gravy at the end of the buffet.  Where could you go wrong with this meal?  However, to me the actual eating of the food isn't even the best part of the meal.  Having thirty people that are all related and love you in the same house along with, the build up to the meal and the memories that can be taken away is what really makes this meal special. These memories don’t just wash away over time, they’re drilled into my head from years of this tradition. One specific memory of me sitting on my Aunt Sue’s lap learning how to play pitch at all hours of the night is still vivid in my mind.  I remember she kept saying “patience young grasshopper,” when I’m about to make a bad move or throw the game away. To now, look back on that when I’m in my own seat and see her playing against me across the table. This is just one memory of many that are made during Thanksgiving time.  Whether it's sitting around the table eating some juicy turkey drizzled with gravy. Hearing stories that I have never known about, that blow my mind that they're actually true. Going hunting with my uncle’s, my dad and brother, for a day and