Personal Narrative: Broccoli

When my brothers and I were younger, noodles and cottage cheese were a staple food for us. My mom says that they’re a classic in every Jewish household, but she might remember it that way because cottage cheese is another food group for my Bubbie. There’s no telling how much my mom and her siblings must have ate it. But it started a family food tradition, one that my mother put a healthy twist on, as usual: one day, she served the dish with chunks of avocado.

It was a nice day to go pumpkin picking with my family. We went to the local farms to pick our pumpkins. I wanted to pick the perfect one.

The Parsley Project involved the efforts of Ingrid Penrod, Blake Shrader, Christina Smith, and me. We did not know each other prior to this assignment but did our best to collaborate. None of us live in the same area which benefited the project in terms of our access to a number of different sites. Ingrid works in Logansport and grew up in North Manchester. Christina works in Peru and her mother-in-law is the head of the Charley Creek Gardens in Wabash. Blake works at a golf course near the Mississinewa Reservoir and lives in Greentown. All members agreed to collect samples near their homes.

If I was candy I would be a bag of skittles. First, I have many personalities. Each personality is a different color and flavor. Also, everybody likes me. Everybody likes me and everybody likes skittles and nobody can resist. Finally, I can be mean. When I’m mean I can turn into sour skittles and leave a bad taste in your soul. These reasons show why I’m a bag of skittles.

Kaely Camacho, also known as Ca”Nacho Cheese”, Is someone I was close with a cared very deeply for since my early childhood. In 8th grade, the year 2012, I lost my best friend. This time I couldn’t fix it with a simple “I’m sorry”. It wasn’t expected or even properly explained. On April 13, 2012, my 13-year-old best friend died in a car accident. She had the prettiest blonde hair, and blue eyes that compared to the ocean water.

I’m not a daredevil. I like to think about things and decide if it’s a good idea or not. There’s no sense in doing something that you know is not going to end very well. Believe me I still do some crazy stuff with my friends, I’m just the one that keeps the group down to earth. With my parents however, I listen to them with no hesitation. They would never do anything to harm my siblings or me… on purpose. My point of view on this changed a few years ago on and extremely hot day, when my dad had a brilliant idea for me and our dog Peanut.

I like to beat the rush for lines and do not prefer being late, but

food, surrounded by family and friends, and how could I forget the memories made with my

I don’t know if you guys had noticed, but in the last two weeks I’ve been trying to enjoy my annual vacation as a chronicler, a required relaxation to reboot the memoirist tension, but life is not letting me.

We hadn’t made it about no more than two look-sees away, though, from where we’d found the dead rabbit before we came across the carcass of another one, and then another. Soon, we had found a bunch of them, torn up and bloody, each in different states of decay.

I never really understood the American Farming still this last summer. Most of my time in American was spent traveling City to city: from DC to California. One of the things I found out was that food is there it does not matter if it in season or not, food is there in the Walmart and Kroger twenty-four seven. I asked myself how big are this farms. Thought-out my traveling all I saw on the side of the road was corn and soybeans .insed of me I feel like if I had time to travel to the rural I could see all these farms that grow this beautifully tomato and plan radishes, a route, apples and all thing I in the Kroger.

With the help of my mother and father, I constructed a raised-bed vegetable garden, which we completed the third week of October. We placed it next to our house so that the garden would be hit with plenty of sunlight. We used four pieces of plywood and nailed them to make a rectangular shaped container, the box was four feet wide, eight feet long, and a little less than twenty inches tall. We filled the box with ten inches of soil and later planted our vegetables we bought at Home Depot. We bought leeks, Chinese cabbage, Cauliflower, Savoy cabbage, and Mustard greens. I decided to start a garden because I’ve always had an interest in food and where it comes from.

Okay, so I have something to confess: before this year, I didn’t know what cauliflower tasted like. In fact, cauliflower kind of freaked me out. I don’t know if it was because it kind of reminded me of a brain or just because I was still holding on to a childhood fear of vegetables that sounded like something only boring adults ate, but cauliflower just didn’t seem like something I could get down with. And then one day, something magical happened: I actually tried it.

When I first came to the high school scared little freshman me starting with 4 classes 90 minutes each core classes being the most of the day, yet in my first year first, semester I had a non core class Agriculture which is a required class for a CTE credit (Career Technical Education or real world education.) As a young freshman girl I didn’t have much of a voice within the school small or not I felt smaller but with the help of this class and the wonderful instructor who taught us everyday I was able to find a place in the school I fit. Agriculture for me was new subject with new and bright information that I was willing and wanting to learn maybe because of the teaching style my teacher had acquired over the years teaching with humor and

In the back of my high school, there was a dirt plot, fenced in, covered in weeds, and it was going to concreted over. I walked past the dirt plot and wondered “Why doesn’t anyone do something with it?” I thought about it on the way home from school and I talked to my friends about it. I told them that I wanted to do something with space, we came up with many things to do with the space before but then I realized that we could use the space for a garden. I remembered that I love gardening, when I was young my mom and I would always garden together, we would have the best time harvesting our plants and we bonded so much over our garden.