Personal Narrative: Cornbread Dressing

Thanksgiving Memoir I was waiting in the car my mom was driving. I saw my brother sleeping so I could not play with him so I went back to sleep. My mom was calling” Ben Ben Ben!” I woke up, I was very drowsy It was time to get out of the car. My mom and dad were still waiting for my brother to get out of the car so I just waited. For 5 minutes I stood waiting for my brother to wake up.When my brother finally woke up feeling sleepy we headed to the front door and stepped over the threshold to see my relatives.

At the beginning of this school year, I began to realize something. I realized that my high school years were coming to an end. This was an eye opener for me. I didn't know what to expect of my last year nor what I wanted to do after high school. I then began looking for a job. So I applied to Chick-fil-a. I waited patiently several weeks for a call, but received no call whatsoever. I patiently waited for a new opportunity to come along. Until finally, I was given an opportunity at an electrical shop. On the first day of work I was introduced to the staff and learned the procedures of what needed to be done. My job now was to maintain the shop clean and to keep all materials organized as well as other tasks that helped me grow with my skills.

I’m going to give you an example of my most memorable Thanksgiving. This goes back to four years ago. I believe I was in the seventh grade around this time. Thanksgiving was at my grandmother's house that year. So everyone definitely came for the food. The problem was that my two aunties weren’t getting along at that time. One came up from Florida and the other came up from Jamaica. My aunty Darrett was from Jamaica and my auntie Reds is from Florida. They were my grandma’s sisters. Now imagine being in a house on a holiday with two of your family members not speaking. Once it was time for us to eat we all was

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.

vomiting Harold’s Chicken all over the car. My A Ward brothers laughed at me, because they knew that I thought they were drinking lime juice when they were really drinking Tanqueray and lime juice.

Humans are all so appalling, today i was doing the dishes and I realized how gross my family is. I am almost traumatized from the things i saw. I saw a crock pot filled with water corn and grapes, but the worst part is that there were 2 knives at the bottom of the crockpot. Did they expect me to put my hands in this horrible water like substance? No, I was not subjecting my hands to their horrible stench. Then suddenly it came to me, dump the crock pot and maybe I will be able to get the knives without having to wash my hands over and over again. I tried to dump it. I couldn’t. There was a tray resting next to the crock pot which was holding it down. I moved the tray cleaned that, then I was able to dump the crock pot and grab the knives

Our country is notable for countless aspects in its culture, one of the more prominent aspects being the American Diet. Though our diet is primarily a blend of foods from foreign cultures, there are distinct differences: portion sizes, excess empty calories, and overall nutritional value. To us, food outstrips the three main meals of the day – it is used to celebrate holidays, for comfort, and at many social gatherings. This is where the problem lies.

A recipe that has been honored for many years, This is the story about how a woman's cornbread recipe causes her family to travel far and wide. No matter what situation they may be in, or no matter how far away they may be, My Mother's cornbread was always the deal breaker. My family could be out of state, at work, it did not matter where they were, when my mother called they would come. My Mom started making cornbread just before I was born so my family say. My family kept telling my Mom how good her cornbread was so she kept making it! My Mom always takes her time and shows love and compassion while making her cornbread. Whatever problems were going on, or if you just were feeling down, my mothers cornbread could always fix it. With family

My childhood tasted luscious syrupy the pancakes with the butter.I also have tasted the sourness of the candy that had sweetness to it for i was eating sour patch kids.I also had one that the taste was sour the kind of sour that makes you a funny face this was the taste of sour skittles.The delicious apple pie the sweet taste the gooeyness of the filling.The strawberry wafers the the taste was not like strawberry but something different.The peanut butter cookies the taste so similar to the ones that come in the plastic jar.The sweet taste of the chocolate shell and the chewy peanut butter in the inside the M&M’s.The bitter taste of the medicine the taste sour horrible you want to spit back out the taste is something that is hard to describe.The

While i was heading to the Food shelf, i found myself getting excited to clean the food shelf. From what i remembered from last week, the place was chaotic. From the start of the service learnings, i would think to myself "i wanted to help the food shelf the best I can." and heading towards the class today. i remembers

Every year my family celebrates Thanksgiving. It’s meaningful to me because it’s a holiday where family comes together and be with each other. We come together and eat turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, and other things. A tradition that we do is take an olive and put it on our right pinkie finger and we go around the table saying what we are thankful and then you eat the olive. Then we all pray and then we eat and talk about family. When we are all done eating, my sisters and I pick up the plates and wash them and put them in the dishwasher for the adults who usually do the dishes all the time. When we are all done doing that, me and my sisters print out a Thanksgiving coloring sheet, like a turkey, and we color it and hang it up as one

With a plastic smile on my face, I take a deep breath and wait until the next “ding” urges me to muster up my “favorite” phrase for the millionth time today. “Hi, how are you?” I welcome the next customer, trying to sound as sincere as possible. Similar to my situation, many high school students are pushed to join the work world by parents and peers. For most teens, the fast-food industry seems to be one of the most common job choices. In the fast-food industry, companies are desperate to find employees willing to work for minimum wage. However, many employers do not realize the conflicts that may arise amongst these young people. Taco Bell is a fast-food franchise that works alongside KFC and Pizza Hut. What was once a small drive-in in 1954 has now become a gigantic fast-food chain with over 6,000

        I began to just want to focus on my crafts and creating a home based avenue of bringing in income. One early morning at about 4 am I was up with our daughter Jalia who was still a baby at the time, and I began to think about working from home. Being as though my family and I are vegans, I started thinking about selling pans of cooked and Raw Vegan food that we make and vending the food we make. The name Foodtastic Family Visions flashed in my mind, and I was excited. I remember thinking that's it, we can sell affordable vegan food, and provide people with an opportunity to eat clean because now they have no excuse of not eating healthier because we will make our food affordable. I immediately began looking at business cards, and I texted Poet to get his thoughts. I created a Facebook page and started looking into places to vend. Our very first vending opportunity wasn’t the best in sales, but it was an experience that set a foundation for a future with Foodtastic; my family’s food business!

Too long have the citizenry of this nation stayed silent in the face of an insidious, nefarious power. Too long have we suffered soggy, slimy sandwiches in silence; choked down gelatinous egg salads; stood idly by while innocent fries drown under a flood of pallid, flavorless fat-goo. That’s right, I’m talking about BIG MAYO. And until the rest of the world is talking about it too, I will not rest.

When competition season or showcase time in the dance world arrives, all the performance dancers at my school get the same speech. “The stage lights add ten pounds, you know? Sorry, we can only cast the dancers who can look the part. No more carbs and sugar until after competition!” my director would recite to us as she has year after year. Extremely dedicated students would keep eating to a minimal. “Zip your mouth and throw away the key” as she would say. I would see Starbucks cups get switched out for bottles of coconut water, cheesy chips traded in for raw nuts and granola, ice cream for plain yogurt with fruit, and every single type of protein bar you can imagine, but one necessity everyone had was a salad. Salads are vital to my diet during these times of the year.