Eating Disorders And Chocolates-Personal Narrative

I knocked on the door to the LeBeouf manor, looking up at the grand entryway. There was a small light hanging over the front door from the porch above, as there were indeed two stories of wrap-around porch. The door was ornate and made of a solid wood, and the handle was a brass. This really was a antique, and just being able to stand in the entrance was an experience. Then, the door was answered. There she was, the girl of the hour, opening the door and matching her eyes to mine. Sylvia was looking rather sharp on this January morning. She was wearing a fair of black skinny jeans with a crimson t-shirt, topped off with a crimson cap and a braid on the left side of her hair going down as far as it could. Last but not least, a smirking smile …show more content…

"No, the other bowl." "Oh! Got it!" I answered, finding the other bowl. Picking up the chocolate that she had mentioned, I was pleased to see that it was already chopped, and therefore an accident with a knife was of no concern. I poured the correct amount of chocolate into the bowl, proud of myself for doing the first step right. Then, taking just a little piece of the chocolate, I popped it into my mouth. Sylvia had begun to giggle when she saw my expression. "That chocolate isn't for eating! Wait until the cake is finished to eat it!" After swallowing it, I blinked twice. "Got it. I wish I knew that before I ate the piece of liar chocolate." Syl picked up the correct amount of some sort of cream and then poured it on top of the chocolate in the bowl. Then, she set it to the side, out of the way. "What now?" "The icing should be good for another four minutes. Then, I want you to whisk it until it's completely smooth. After it's whisked, we're going to cover it up and let it set for two hours." "Why? Is it going to ferment or something? Like, sauerkraut icing?" "No. You have much to learn, young one. Much, much to learn. Now, we're start working on the …show more content…

At the door, Sylvia had mentioned that she would discuss something our baking of the cake, something that was troubling her. So, seeing the opportunity, I decided to try and figure out what was wrong. "So... how are you and your father doing?" I asked. "I was thinking a lot about you two back when I was overseas, and I became really nervous." She smiled. "It's almost magical. Everything changed, all for the better. It took a lot of work, a lot of talking, and a lot of pain, but in the end... everything become wonderful. There are some places to work on, but..." interrupting herself, she sighed. "Hey... Sylvia?" "Yeah, Tod?" she asked, looking up at me. "I was just thinking... At the door, you were talking about you being selfish. Something isn't right, and I feel like I should probably know about it. Would you like to talk about what happened? I promise I'll