Personal Narrative: Broccoli

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.

Coming from Salinas, I was very comfortable with fresh vegetables but I’m aware that many people cringe at the thought of cauliflower and broccoli. Every part of the world has their own cuisine that is their preferred meal of choice, for example, Britain has very bland foods, not a lot of spices without much color but India has many spices and lots of color. A person accustomed to British foods and be extremely lost in Indian cuisine and visa versa. I believe the foods that you grow up eating is “normal” to them so it’s understandable to be uneasy about trying new things.

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.

When I was little I never ever wanted to eat guacamole. I always thought it looked like grass blended up with all of that weird stuff in it. When I was about 2 my mom would try to make me eat it. Every time she tried that I always kicked and screamed. It was like every time went to eat at a Mexican restaurant. I remember when my mom tried to feed it to me and I picked up salt in a glass bottle and threw it on the ground.

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 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.

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.

It’s taken me several days to write this, as I just can’t seem to grasp that a year has already passed since I posted my glass pumpkin photo with the accompanying news of my cancer diagnosis.

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.

“You vill never get away vith thees! I vill get jou!” I declared to Dr.Jerbelcage as I got cornered into a cell by his hench cats. My mission was to take Zee Cheese and I vill get zee cheese. Somehow I vill find a way out of thees conunrum. It vill be tough. It vill need smarts, but I can do it. Howvever, you need a little background information.

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.

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.

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.