During this banquet, there was one course served, a specialty soup that contained various ingredients. The guests ate the soup and came back for more. However, the host was disappointed that no one had “really understood the excellence of the soup.” As he gazed through a curtain overlooking the hall, he saw an old man sitting and looking around. Suddenly the man became
When Joshua walked into the Hickory Pit Café and sat down, Jeannie, the morning waitress, poured him a cup of coffee and a glass of ice-water, which she set in front of him.
As I walk across the street lit only by a sign that reads, Perkins Family Restaurant, a faint chatter of people can be heard. Cautiously, I approach the front doors and nudge my way through the crowd of people waiting to be seated. The smell of alcohol hangs in the air as I make my way through. Pausing just outside the crowd, I stop to compose myself. The restaurant is bustling with activity. Every table is filled and many are pushed together in order to accommodate the large, boisterous parties of college kids. Customers are everywhere, they run throughout the restaurant greeting acquaintances and joining random booths. They remind me of ants running about an anthill.
"Wait... what?" He asked, walking over to them. "Are you guys being serious?" He asked, looking around the room. "Of course we are! It's time for you to relax, old man!" She chuckled, walking over to him and hugging him. "Also, this is for you." She said, handing him the card. He read it, smiling slightly. "I love you too, especially since you threw me this party... you really didn't have to do this." He said softly, leaning down and kissing her forehead. "Aww, don't worry, it was a piece of
With no money, home, or other place to go, she was dependant on the sisters allowing her to stay. In response to their hospitality, she asks that they do not worry about paying her for work. She lives humbly and serves the sisters and he congregation as a maid. One day, when she wins the lottery, she wants to display her gratitude over having a place to stay and is eager to show them food of better quality than ale and bread soup, she asks if she may cook an important meal for them. If more people could adapt this type of servitude without expectation of reciprocation , the result would be our needs being met by one another, and would build a stronger community that cares for its neighbors. Her exotic purchases raise fears and whispers amongst the congregation, and their decision to not speak about the meal is telling of the narrow minded state of the group. However, she presses on with the meal, and as the courses and wine spill out of the kitchen into the elegant dining room, the tone in the room shifts from quite bitter resolve to awe and open
It was a warm day at Tiapolis, my utopia. I was walking down the street inhaling the amazing aroma that filled the air. I could smell the delicious food being coooked in the kitchens of the surrounding area. I walked into the nearest restraunt and was seated immediantly. In Tiapolis, you don't have to wait on anything. I ordered my usual meal. My usual meal contains chicken nuggets, mashed potatoes, mac and cheese, corn and a Pepsi.
Every day at six o’clock, a friend and I would meet up for dinner at our favorite diner. It was a quaint little place that occupied a small section of the corner on Main Street. It was the kind of place that would have thrived in the 1950s. However, time had not been nice to the checkered floor that no longer reflected the environment as a mirror would. The dull, scratched surface told the stories of the people that walked through the diner, the worn leather booths and counter stools told the stories of the people that ate here. Our attempts to arrive precisely at six, always ended up being ten to fifteen minutes after. That was always to be expected. I always arrive first and sat on a bench near the front door. Rain or shine, I always sat
There are multiple factors in a child’s development. Parents have a responsibility, as well as a privilege, to contribute to every milestone. Most parents stress over physical and mental stages so much so that play-time is ignored. By making decisions that sacrifice play parents hinder their social development. Parents must take action and encourage their youth to play more, before childhood is lost forever.
From birth through adolescence, a significant amount of developmental changes occur. Children grow and develop physically, cognitively and emotionally. Each individual aspect of development has an effect on the child as a whole. If a child struggles developmentally in any of the areas (physically, emotionally or cognitively), it can affect one of the other areas of development as well. For example, if a child is underdeveloped physically, they may experience emotional development issues because they may be made fun of and teased by other children.
After we were assigned a table, we searched through the menu for the perfect meal. The interior of the place was homey and warm. The atmosphere excited and joyful. As we waited for our meals we talked about everything that had been going on. I told them about the weird
Let children be children, is not only a popular phrase heard in education, but it is also my motto. Yes, it is true, today’s children are tomorrow’s future; but how we choose to raise our children determines the outcome of our future. Many believe academics should be stressed more in schools, taking away from children’s playtime. I feel that play is what molds a child. Play allows not only a child’s imagination to run freely, but builds and strengthens children’s motor, language, cognitive, and social emotional development skills. I believe that play; along with parental involvement forms a child’s identity. Play is what makes children: tomorrow’s future.