My Food Experience Has Changed Your View On Other Foods

After reading this article, I’ve realized that the idea of food, eating, and even the type of food is different when compared to different cultures. Specifically, the article talks about food as an identity, as survival, as a status, as a pleasure, as a community, and as humanity. For each of these main ideas, the article gives an example of each culture and what they do differently with food. One that I though was really cool was how in China, people would rather eat unique textured foods such as Jellyfish and pig ears, instead of something that has a unique taste. After reading this, I began to thinking that this was the complete opposite compared to the American culture. This is because we will usually eat foods for taste and when we eat

The whole thirty seconds, I was in the temperature changing water, it smelled as if the water came through the sewer through the rusty water faucet.

People may have different views about foods depending on their cultural background. Providing range of familiar foods can help make individual feel at home, safe and welcomed.

Usually our meals consisted of Hamburger Helper boxes, which were nothing but rock hard noodles that came with a small package of seasonings that stained your hands orange when you touched it. I would prepare dinner by myself; continuously reading the small black directions printed on the back of the cardboard box in hopes that I wouldn’t skip a step. By the time I would finished cooking, a strong aroma of cheese and hamburger filled every room in the house. This always attracted my siblings to the table with empty, growling stomachs. No one ever complained about the food I

The mouthwatering smell of roasting turkey & sizzling ham only adds to the medley of heavenly aromas wafting throughout the entire house as I step out from behind the closed door of my room. My kitchen, spacious, yet always felt cramped; like a can of sardines. I began to maneuvered my 5 year old self through the dozens of friends and family members. As squeezed between people the odor of pungent onions and jalapeño, they began bringing tears to my eyes much like my little sister when the Sarah McLachlan ASPCA commercial came on. I finally made it through

We had precooked meals delivered to the training site called hot meals. We would receive the meals for either breakfast or dinner. Sometimes the meals would be delicious and at other times they left you deeply unsatisfied. I always believed that hot meals only tasted as good as you imagined them to taste. Normally for breakfast you would get the same thing; powdered eggs, Raisin Bran, and fruit. Breakfast was not horrible tasting, but eating the same chalky eggs and Raisin Bran almost everyday got tiresome. Dinner was usually the exciting meal. The meals were always different, but almost always made with the same ingredients. One day you would get beef pasta, the next day you would get beef lasagna. Sometimes they would advertise Sheppard’s Pie and it would end up being lasagna shells and beef smashed up into squares with pasta sauce on top. On the side you could choose mixed vegetables, salad, or Jell-O. Just like breakfast, the food did not taste horrible, but it got tiresome to eat the same thing every time we got a hot meal for dinner. There was one day that something remarkably strange, but very inviting was put on the dinner menu. The hot meal was steak and potatoes, with no option of noodles or beef pasta sauce. The meal had such a high impact on me that I can remember it as if it happened yesterday. All 150 trainees sat on the floor joking, laughing, and seemingly in a mood that would make you

I went home every night to my wife and two soon to be three children. My wife told me about this bad smell and sticky, gooey, and oily substances she

As much as I would want to, I can’t smell any of that and I probably never will. I will never know the true taste of chocolate or cheese. I will never be able to eat cooked oatmeal

I knew that my taste buds would soon be overjoyed. I smelled the aroma of buttery, macaroni and cheese overpowering the house. Later, my mother in law called “Time to eat”. I rushed to the kitchen making it there before anyone else. She stabbed the macaroni, and I heard the sound of gooey, melty, cheesy goodness. She then lifted the spatula, cheese still stretching from the pan, and slapped a large chunk onto my plate. I sat down at the dining table and did not wait for anyone else to join me. I smiled as I breathed in to see if the smell of the macaroni had faded. The heavenly smell continued to linger. I jabbed my fork into the piece and proudly stuffed the warm chunk into my mouth. The delightful bite touched my tongue as I proceeded to chew, making sure I could savor every detail. My taste buds went crazy. I chewed every last crisp, creamy bite devouring my big portion. Not one elbow noodle remained on my plate, just a little golden grease from the

When I was little I used to love fish and chips. Whenever my family would order out I would always get fish and chips. One night after having my favorite meal however, I became very sick. The next day the doctor told my mom that my sudden sickness was most likely due to food poisoning and that I would feel better in a day or so. But for me the damage was already done. To this day I still cannot eat fish and chips and the smell often leaves me nauseated.

It smelled horrible! Red bull and monster energy drinks. A combination that you don't want to drink. I did an experiment call the effects of monster and redbull on an m and m. this was a fun experiment that i really enjoyed.

The subject of food is as diverse and complex as the many dimensions that encompass it. We need food to survive, but once we get beyond the basic needs of nutrition, the subject of food takes on an entirely different character depending on ones values. People associate food with their own personal lifestyles, culture, history, values, heritage, history, identity, and other attributes that make them unique.

Narrative: After days and days of searching through the garage, we finally found the reason for it smelling so bad. One of the cats killed a mouse I the garage, leaving the pungent smell for all to intake. I was getting headaches and my mother was burning candles like crazy in order to suppress the smell. I'm so glad we didn't have to take any extreme measures.

Have you thought of how many varieties of cultures you have? All of your customs are unique and is formed in your activities that you adore. Everyone has a culture but is manifested in many ways. According to the text “ What is Cultural Identity” Trumbull and Pacheco declares that you can imagine culture as invisible webs composed of values, beliefs, ideas about appropriate behavior, and socially constructed truths (springboard 2010). Traditions define our ethnic backgrounds with many constructed acts to the meaning of our lives. Cultural Traits govern our direct perspectives. Two cultural traits that will be described in this essay is language and foods.

I tasted the spiciness in the food, and I was wondering if the spice is from the pepper he added before. Not only that, but I was also able to perceive subtle difference of flavor, from the secret ingredient – half-consumed beer became invisible in Yakisoba, but aroma remained. What was that about? In fact, the ingredients looked quite simple, just pork and cabbage, but with browned surface in places, conflated with the fragrant smell of sesame oil, nothing could stop me from eating my food.