My Experience At My Life

For those who don’t know, Japan is an island off the coast of China in the Northern Hemisphere of the world. One of the most important parts of Japanese culture is the cuisine. Something that might not be known is that most of the food in Japan today was introduced when Buddhism started to spread throughout the country. Although most of the food the citizens eat is made with ingredients from the island, the country is a very food varied place. There are many different types of cooking in Japan, some of which were adopted from other countries, but they all have a Japanese spin to them. The cuisine is a good reflection of Japanese culture because it reflects the elements of geography, religion, and customs.

Japanese culture, it is no surprise the role that food plays in Japan. Japanese cultural food is

Japanese cuisine has developed over two hundred years and influenced by both China and Korea. In Asia, rice has been the major staple food in many countries. However, in Japan, rice has also been used to brew sake, a traditional alcohol drink which always appears in every kinds of Japanese restaurant today, such as Izakaya. Traditionally, a meal contains a bowl of rice and seasoned side dishes for each one person. (Naomichi Ishige 2000) However, in Izakaya type restaurant, people sharing food is a unique izakaya tradition.

My life before everything was pretty normal, before in a way I was forced to mature at a young age and face that the world does have its problems.i lived in a pretty big house, or at least it was big when I was 7. Me and my two sisters always played and had fun. I played soccer, did cub Scouts and raced soap box derby cars. One of my favorite games to play with my sisters were either rolling an egg or a soda down the driveway, we would then drink it, The soda not the egg. We went to a gifted and talented school and had a bunch of friends. My life was good. But my parents fought

As I lay in the back seat of the car, asleep I start getting really annoyed by all the restroom breaks we have to take…...Cause I just want to get there. But as my mom always says, “a good adventure takes time to start, and an even better adventure is saddening to end.” But it’s not ending cause it hasn’t even started! That’s when I realized I was daydreaming, and when my cousin Olivia, and grandma woke me up I thought it was for another restroom break, but it wasn’t. . .

Rice serves with vegetable, and fish are the main traditional meal in Japanese cuisine. According to Reading Food in Modern Japanese Literature: “Lunch: 3 bowls rice gruel, half of bonito sashimi (half because it contained some fly eggs). Had the little yellowtail bought for supper made into sashimi, but did not eat it as it wasn’t nice. 1 bowl miso soup, 3 pieces of rice cracker, one helping shaved ice with lemon syrup” (Aoyama 15). Aoyama shows in these lines that dishes of Japanese traditional meal were simple, but as Japanese cuisine evolved over the years, it has more different dishes for customers to choose today. My goal in this paper is to discuss the geographical effect on Japanese cuisine, the relationship between Zen culture and Japanese cuisine and its development in the world.

I was 8 the first time I ever diagnosed a patient. I wore the stethoscope that my dad brought me for my 8th birthday, and played outside my house porch pretending I got so many patients to deal with. Regardless of me being so young all i enjoyed doing is playing a hero in my games whether a teacher teaching children how to speak, or a doctor saving lives. I grew up in a very small town in Egypt in a very humble house that provided me all the warm love and care that I needed as a child. I developed and built a kind caring character that’s willing to help others. My life was revolved around school, friends, and family, however it was never impossible for me to reach out for great experiences and remarkable people.

My childhood is filled with memories of my sister being my rock. We were best friends and she mothered me when our own mother couldn’t. We were both dealing with the same troubles and nice to share the experience with someone who understood the situation we were put in. She was also the ONLY one who was positive at the beginning of my pregnancy. I am sure she was also disappointed but she knew I wasn’t ruining my life. She didn’t make me feel like a complete failure. My mom told oldest sister and she led me away to speak alone. She told me how I disappointed her and she was excited to see me go off to college. It became the therapy everyone needed to tell me how much of a disappointment I was to them. However, they never took the time before to encourage me to make a future. After few days, my entire family knew because of a cousin who was untrustworthy. I went from feeling free to dreading family interactions.

My first experience as a freshman was not the best, but it sure was one of the funniest. I was excited and wanted to share the news with my family. My mom could not contain her laughter when she heard how she drove a bike too fast around downtown with an outdated knowledge of how. Their favorite part had been when the faces of the people were contorted in fear and their bodies screamed an alert, with the intention to step aside in the hope of avoiding me on the bicycle. Her laughter was pure. She laughed without worries. I still remember the last words of that conversation we had held on the telephone in Oglethorpe Square.

Iconic dishes like sushi and ramen are often the first things that come to mind when thinking of Japanese cuisine. But how much of what we consider to be “classic” Japanese foods are truly Japanese in origin? The nation is often celebrated for its culinary icons and constant innovations, and what are considered to be token Japanese foods have become exceptionally popular world-wide. But in truth, Japan’s now rich and diverse culinary scene is, at its roots, a blend of ingredients and ideas imported and adapted from other parts of the world, beginning as far back as ancient times.

“ A recipe has no soul. You, as a cook, must bring soul to the recipe,” Thomas Keller once said. New food brings new experiences to things. I love trying new food and experiencing new traditions from different cities, states and countries that come from a different culture. The three countries I picked are Japan, Italy and France. Some of my favorite foods come from these three countries that I am had the more experience trying which includes pasta, bread, seafood and pastries etc. I have loved seafood ever since I was little, so I wanted to expand on dishes and learn more ways seafood is used in Japan. Even though pasta gives everyone major calories, it’s a must in America. I have always liked trying new pastas and it’s best accompanied with bread and oil. Who doesn’t love trying new desserts especially in the prime country of amazing pastries, France. I love baking which makes trying new desserts even better. So why not try new things new food and new experiences.

We as humans, see food as just a necessity of survival. As we intake our meal for the day, it is uncommon for us to think past the taste or temperature of what is being placed in our mouth; we don’t pay attention to the depth of what the food on our plate could mean to not only us, but to others in the world. Unlike what most may believe, food is an essential component of society. The consumption, preparation and the values and customs that attribute to creation of these foods symbolize a variety of thing in a culture. The way a culture prepares and eats its food shows us a glimpse of what this culture may be like. The art that is involved in the process of a culture’s breakfast, lunch and/or dinner illustrates characteristics and the personality of that culture.

Last year during winter, my friend and I decided to spend our day in Chicago. It was a cold, brisk day and it started snowing. We had our warm coats on, yet we were still freezing. On our way to get to the train station, we saw a homeless man, he had no coat on and he was shaking from the cold. I looked at him, and suddenly I felt his pain. It was a strange moment and I wanted to feel the cold that he was feeling, I wanted to be in his shoes so I took my coat off and I offered it to him. My friend stopped me and he gave the homeless man his coat instead. In that moment, there was a smile on the old man’s face, he wore the coat immediately, and he gave us his blessings. After reading both, the article “ Baby in The Well”, and “ The Empathy Exams”, this occurrence immediately came to my mind. While reading about empathy, I felt déjà vu, and I remembered how I empathized with the homeless man by the train station. In the article,

Growing up it was always tremendously hard for me. My life was always at a disadvantage and it felt as if i was never completely happy. When i was five years old, just graduating kindergarten and going into first grade, my parents split up. I was never given the opportunity to chose who i wanted to live with, so my mom gained custody of my twin sister and i. I obviously was only five years old and i was not capable of understanding what was going on at the time. As i got older, it got harder for me. My parents had always put me in the middle of situations. My mother did not communicate with my father and therefore they made my sister and i the messengers. It was always a sticky situation and i never wanted to be in the middle of it. Every

And emotional breakthrough that I have experienced is, when my 93 year old grandmother had to be rushed to the hospital because, her stomach was bloated. So when my grandmother arrived at the hospital, and they took her to the back they had told us, that it was gas backed up in her stomach. Later, that day they told us that they was going to keep her overnight to see will the bloating in her stomach would go down and run test. Eventually, the next day approached and my grandmother was released. After my grandmother was released, two days later after her stomach went down, it bloated again so we took my grandmother back to the hospital. They recently told us, that my grandmother had pneumonia and it was getting really bad. Soon, that night my 93 year old grandmother had went into cardiac arrest for the first time. The doctors resuscitated my grandmother. Then, a few hours later my grandmother went into cardiac arrest for the second time, and they couldn’t bring my grandmother back. My grandmother was a fighter May 14, 2014 was the day my grandmother would never come back. My family and I were devasted, not knowing that it will be our last goodbye.