Personal Narrative-It's Dinner

I had been taking food from the pantry upstairs because I felt like they weren't evenly dispersed and that I wasn't really getting my fair share so I was eating at the wrong times which was not the right thing to do because I thought that if I threw the wrappers in the garbage I would get in trouble so I hid the. This was not the right thing to do because it is first of all not ck=lenly and second of all it makes the house mess. this just gets me in more trouble because not only am I leaving them there I am not confessing right away when I find them. this will change because will no longer eat upstairs, therefore, I would have no need to hid the wrappers anywhere, also, I have figured out that I will t get I trouble if I eat them I just get

we got to the hotel and we had to take everything down and unpack. We weren’t going to do anything but rest for the big day we had ahead. We just ate out at restaurant and then went back to

It was August 28th 2013 , I knew the next day would be the biggest day of my life. All throughout the week, all I had on my mind was the big game. When I woke up on that Friday morning chills would run through my body a bolt of electricity. Knowing I’m one day away from one of the biggest games of my life. The winner has a spot in the playoffs. I was so excited and anxious that I went for a run around my neighborhood because I was filled with so much energy. When I got back from my run I had a creamy peanut butter and nutella sandwich. The best sandwich I’ve ever conceived to this day. Next thing I had to do was take my shower and get all my stuff prepared for the big game.

vary if I must get groceries or run an errand. I try to get enough sleep so I can focus on my

Walking through the grocery store and I hear an awful cry. Walking to the next aisle and I see a little girl screaming, kicking, and rolling all over the floor. She’s yelling, “Cake, cake!” Her mom yelled, “No!” and little Susie keeps screaming. Her mom had had enough, so she gives in to little Susie. I was just like little Susie; I would do whatever needed to be done to get my way. My brother Jared would soon find this out the hard way.

When I came to Medium Rare, it smelled so good, the food was everywhere in the air. When my family, friends, and I took our seats we were ready to eat and have a good time. In front of me was this African Amerian lady, it was a birthday as well. And to the left of me facing in front of me was some homosexual men that dress nicely. As I continue to look around at these people I start to analyzed that most of the African American were put to back closer to the kitchen and the bathroom. The waitress was very nice, kind, and sweet. When the white women were leaving they were saying some flirt ashes word to him, and the group of table I was seating started to laugh. There were no bad scents in the place, the smell was coming from delicious food, and the noise level was at a high minimum, so basically it was moderate plus the music in the background.

Jane stood there and looked surprised as her eyes started to look sad as she hesitantly took a step toward me. I couldn't help myself she looked so sad and defeated I practically ran to her when she took a step toward me and wrapped my hands around her. I couldn't deny it I missed the crap out of her, I kept making exquisite saying I didn't miss her, but the second she was in my arms I never wanted to let her go or be far from her. Yes she drove me crazy, but she was mine to drive crazy. I heard her trying to say something, but I didn't want to talk I tried calming her

You might be wondering exactly how this meal time gathering came into being. The truth is it happened because my parents are amazing people. The type of people who you can’t always appreciate growing up, but as soon as you become a parent yourself, you get it, suddenly their awesomeness shines through.

I went to lunch with Vincent and we shared a big plate of nachos as we sat next to Sasha and Rita and joked about everything. Vincent smiled at me like I was the greatest thing since butter milk. For those of you who don't know that saying it means the person is crazy for you. I looked at him and smiled as I thought to myself why couldn't I just be in love with him. But this wasn't a novel this was real life and in real life we do not get what we want. We just don't Life comes with trials and tribulations and a pare of big blue eyes sitting next to me with a bowel of chicken noddle soup. I must have gotten a what the fuck are you doing here look on my face because he smiled and said “There's nowhere else to sit.” He told me and turned and

It was surprisingly cold for an ordinary early November night. He was situated against the back of the street bench. His posture was slouched and uneasy. There was something hidden beneath his arm, unable to be seen due to the obscurity of the night. In the distance he could see her approaching. She too had something beneath her arm. Only the two of them knew what was beneath each others arms. This day, this exact moment had been the singular thing on his mind for the foregoing forty-eight hours.

“It’s Good!” Those two words caused the dimples on my cheek to be more visible than ever, as I refused not to show my joyful emotions. It was a cold winter day, but it didn’t stop parents and fans from coming to watch Our Lady of the Lake take on Our Lady of Sorrows at home. I personally had a strong disliking for OLL (Our Lady of the Lake) for years I had to deal with never being able to beat them. Scores that made us embarrassed as a team, unfortunately was was always the case when we played The Lake. However, when I looked at my schedule that year, and realized that this would be my last chance to face up against them, I knew I had to come with a different attitude. If I was granted the opportunity to put the game away, I had no other choice.

I was born in Salt Lake City, Utah and have lived most of my life there. It was the fifty’s and like most girls my age, my dreams were of growing up to be a wife and mother. I started cooking at my mother’s side from a very young age and realized this was something that I truly enjoyed doing. As the years went by and I gained experience, I discovered that I have a gift for creating and enhancing recipes and that I could change recipes and make them into whatever I wanted. That began my journey to create and develop the recipes for Morsels from Heaven, along with the ones I learned at my mother’s side as a child.

Tomorrow should be good day for ramen. I will make some stops by schools to get some teachers in for ramen and drinks for social hours.

Preparing a simple meal of grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup was a rather time consuming, frustrating experience, but it did give me a new perspective about the work that goes into a meal.

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