My Love For Chocolate Beauty : Beauty And Emotions

If the company we outsource with has some sort of issue with its equipment or is running behind schedule it will delay our orders and reflect poorly upon our company. If we choose not to do anything we will continue running at inefficient levels costing us more and more money as time goes on.

My image of my grandmother, bev,is at our rustic cabin in northern Wisconsin, the sharp, rich, smell of fresh roasted Folgers coffee wafting through the modest house. She sits calmly on the couch, eyes glued to the news. Her elegant white hair, wet, rolled up in curlers. Her pink cotton robe laid over a comfy blue long sleeve with a delicate flower stitched onto the left side of her chest, adorned with crystals and sequins. As soon as I would enter the room she would jump to her feet offering me breakfast and asking how I slept. She was always one to care for everyone, she worried how they slept, if they ate. I sometimes thought she worried more about others than herself. She was always thoughtful and kind.

We started sharing even more stories about how we loved foods that grandmothers made that you found amazing because of the “baked with love” moment you have for them. She explained that her grandmother was a very beautiful lady with sophistication and class. “No matter how she looked I always stared into her eyes so bright and blue.” Caroline then

We would go and do all kinds of things together and those days account for some of my earliest memories. As her first grandchild, we developed a great relationship that we still have today. When the time finally came for me to go to school, it was tough for my Nana to not have me at home every day, but for my parents they couldn’t be more proud of their little boy. My first years of school were great. I was fortunate to have my mother as my kindergarten teacher, but when first grade came so did my first life changing experience. On August 23, 2005, Hurricane Katrina struck the Mississippi Gulf Coast. That day I woke up, the skies a haunting grey, as the storm moved inland reports of flooding, strong winds, and even tornados came over the television, as my family prepared for the storm’s impact. Sadly, Hattiesburg got the worst Katrina had to offer. The eye of the storm moved directly over us, and when the eye wall struck is when my entire family wondered if it would be our final day on this Earth. At this point, the power had gone out and we sat in an eerie darkness, only equal to that of a war zone. The only sound we could hear was whipping of the wind and pounding of the

Imagine being a young child walking into a chocolate museum where chocolate lines the walls, you can create your own one of a kind candy bar, thousands of different types of chocolates, and chocolate bars line the walls.

An oppressed soul finds means to escape through the preparation of food in the novel, Like Water for Chocolate (1992). Written by Laura Esquivel, the story is set in revolutionary Mexico at the turn of the century. Tita, the young heroine, is living on her family’s ranch with her two older sisters, her overbearing mother, and Nacha, the family cook and Tita’s surrogate mother. At a very young age, Tita is instilled with a deep love for food "for Tita, the joy of living was wrapped up in the delights of food" (7). The sudden death of Tita's father, left Tita's mother's unable to nurse the infant Tita due to shock and grief. Therefore Nacha, "who [knows]

This may not be considered disturbing to some with the great strides that Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual, Transgender (GLBT) have made over the past years, but in 1998, this segment had teenage boys freaking out.

Her mother taught her that, and words have never rang more true. She touched every single one of our hearts while she was alive. And we can never forget how she made us feel every day. She was sweet and caring, and she’d tell you how things were.

She was always there for me and still is. I had one other living grandparent she didn't want to have anything to do with my family for reasons we could not understand. About two years ago she had a heart attack and wanted to see us, so my parents dropped everything they had going on and drove to Nevada to see her. We stayed in contact with her until we went to visit her for the last time. She had a stroke and wanted to see my dad before she died, so we cancelled what we had going on and drove to see her. The night we arrived in Reno to see my grandmother she died. I learned how my parents will do anything for family and that we have to be there for eachother no matter what. No matter how bad we mess up family will always be there for you in the end. And that is all that

She has been married three times and married her first husband when she was only seventeen years old. She used to be hairdresser and makeup artist and told me all about how she single handedly opened her own hair salon. As I listened to her tell her stories, I painted her nails. She made sure I did a meticulous job and she caught every mistake that I made. I was surprised by the level of life that filled that small room, compared to some of the other rooms I have been to. I was happy to add some much needed holiday cheer to their hospital wards and in exchange for our company, they gave us some advice and tips on how to deal with boys. Last winter, my grandmother died after succumbing to dementia, diabetes, and old age and this experience made me feel close to her for the first time in months. I honestly did not think I would enjoy it as much as I did, for I thought it would bring back painful memories of spending hours by my grandmother’s bedside. However, I enjoyed myself so much that I have decided to keep going to

She put a personalized approach on caring for my father. Assisting him through a dignified, comfortable, peaceful death was

My Nana was a person who always claimed to appreciate the simple things in life: a hot cup of coffee, gardening, walking the dog, and the ability to laugh at oneself when things go wrong. For her 90th birthday my mother and I decided to plan her a surprise party under the premise it was just going to be the three of us, instead of two dozen family and friends.

At the age of fifteen, I knew I wanted to walk my own path. I was very close to my grandparents when I was younger and we did everything together. On December 11, 2008 my grandmother was coming to the end of a long hard fight with ovarian cancer. A hospice, Julie, was always in the house checking my grandmother’s conditions as she was in a coma. On this particular night I remember Julie taking my grandpa into the kitchen and him running up the stairs after she came out. I knew that this represented bad news for our family. Julie sat at my grandmother’s bed side with me through the night. She comforted me as I was mourning the passing of my grandmother. How Julie was able to balance her care for me and my grandmother that night was amazing. Julie gave me hope and reminded me that I would always have my grandmother in my heart.

I am most content when I am at my grandparent’s house. It is the most relaxing place in the world. Right as I walk in the door, the smell of either fresh baked cookies or hot blueberry pancakes with maple syrup make you feel welcomed right as you walk in the door. But that is just the great smell, they taste even better. My grandma’s cookies are always good but are best right out of the oven. The soft heated cookie with melted chocolate chips just melts in your mouth. And my grandpa's mouthwatering steaming blueberry pancakes can make anybody feel great and ready for their day. One of my favorite thing to do is watch sports with grandpa. It isn't much but it relaxes me. Another great memory is Easter. Every Easter

“The Dark Side of Chocolate” is a documentary that explores the underlying issues prevalent in the cocoa trade. For most first world countries chocolate is seen as an accessible treat, however in third world countries, the production of cocoa creates social issues that must be eliminated. Cocoa trade is one of the largest industries in West African countries, but the issues that arise from such trade do more harm than good. The cocoa plantations are trafficking humans to work on their plantations. Furthermore, most instances suggest that these workers do not receive any compensation for their work and most importantly some of these slave laborers are children. Thus, the three issues that the cocoa companies routinely commit in exchange for lower costs are human trafficking, slave labor, and child labor. These companies are aware of such issues but refuse to actively combat them because they are better off financially. It can be argued that these issues can be mitigated through various social, governmental and political policies aimed at combating these problems. The three main issues will be addressed and the various stakeholders affected by these issues will be analyzed. Then this paper will look at the possible solutions to these issues, whereby through government, social or political means.