Personal Narrative : My Chocolate Cake Disaster

My little brother came into my room and pounced on me like a cheetah hunting a gazelle to wake me up. I didn’t want to leave my bed and open presents without my dad, so I made them wait till he arrived. He’s not good on time, so he was twenty- minutes late from expected time. I hear a knock at the door, my dad had finally entered. At last, my brother finally stopped nagging at me. It was time to open presents.

Everything was planned weeks in advance. Everyone knew what to do and where to stand. The lights were dimmed and the room grew increasingly silent. No one was in open view. The line of sights had been broken and everyone waited. Their hearts beginning to race as the seconds began to feel like minutes, minutes felt like hours. Your own heart felt like it was beating against your chest with a thousand forces. The sweat dripping from your brow. But none of this was from fear or pressure. It was excitement. Taking a breath that, to you, sounded like the groan as if someone just read the most boring speech and a random individual requested it to be read again because they had fallen asleep at part of it. Then it that’s when the true moment came. The sound of the tumblers of the door clicked and turned before stopping short. Metallic jingling was echoed through the wall as you assumed keys were being used to unlock it. The door opened in a normal fashion and in the next second the lights flicked on. This was your que to strike!!! “SURPRISE!!!” The sound of birthday horns and confetti bursts from everyone in hiding. The guest of honor undoubtedly shocked if not surprised so many people got into their room when the door was locked, but that info could wait till another time. Everyone got together and congratulated them on their wonderous day. Then that’s when it happened. “So what kind of cake did yall get?” The rooms festive cheers and

Mardi Gras is a big deal mainly because Louisiana is the only state that celebrates it. As always, there is a famous dish that comes along with this holiday and it is King Cake. King Cake is a dessert that is made up of bread, filling, and colorful icing. King Cake was created in the mid-1800s and was made to celebrate the 12th night after Christmas. This dessert represents the coming of the three kings or three wise men (Dave). There are many simple steps to creating a King Cake. After creating the strips of dough for the King Cake, some braids then bakes the strips together which creates the unique look to the dessert. Some people may wonder what makes this thick piece of bread a dessert. Well, after the dough bakes into its unique form, someone splatters icing all over the cake and covers the dough in Mardi Gras colored sprinkles (purple, green and gold). Sometimes King Cakes will be made with different kinds of filling such as, cream cheese, strawberry, apple, or other types. The Mardi Gras colored sprinkles that are on King Cakes symbolize powerful words. Purple stands for justice, green stands for faith, and gold stands for power. The meanings of the colors were created in 1892 during the Rex Parade (Dave). The world’s largest King Cake was baked in 1998 in Baton Rouge, Louisiana and it weighed 350 pounds (Dave). There is a secret ingredient that someone inserts in each King Cake and that is

The treats were in a big light blue colored box that had the same three characters on them as the cereal box. When I got home the first thing I did was rip open the box and tear apart the wrapper covering the Rice Krispie Treat. Something was wrong the treat didn't taste the same as the party ones. They didn't have all the M&M, sprinkles, and chocolate syrup on it like the ones at the party did.The treats weren't as chewy and they just weren't satisfying me. So from that day on I knew the only way for me to enjoy the treats like I did at the party was for me to find out the recipe and make it

"Birthday Party" by Katherine Brush is a disheartening tale of a celebration gone wrong. Brush uses imagery and diction to achieve her purpose of illustrating how people's best intentions go awry. One of the major images described in the story is after the cake arrives:... the wife beamed with shy pride over her little surprise..." This demonstrates that the wife was quite happy with herself for getting the cake for her husband.

As we reached home she began to get started. Due to her prior baking experience she felt as if she could make the cake in her own special way. She placed the cake in the oven and waited 45 minutes. She took the

Mother and I agree to make Oreo cupcakes, candy kabobs, m&m cookies, chocolate chip cookies, and trail mix. I had to work that afternoon and wouldn’t arrive home until nine at night, but mom wasn’t going to start with out me. I got off work smelling like pizza dough, and exhausted, but I knew I had work to be done for the bake sale. While mom was baking the Oreo cup cakes I was putting together candy kabobs. My gloves where all gooey from positioning all the gummy candy on the fondue stick, and my fingers where aching from the twist ties that where used hold the bags together. The good thing was the whole house was full of over whelming smells of cupcakes, cookies, candy, and icing. Finally, my mom and I finished, so we got everything packed up and prepared for the morning of the bake sale. I couldn’t wait to go to bed. We arrived early at seven in the morning to arrange the booth. The booth looked amazing, I just wanted to eat everything that was on the table. When all the booths were ready to go, families began approaching the booth buying our baked goods. The children really enjoyed the candy kabobs. All the kids were walking around with gummy, sticky faces, and kept returning to buy more. Those sold out fast! From eight o’clock a.m. to four o’clock in the afternoon, I stood on my feet trying to get folks to come over and contribute

Today we will be making ChocoFlan. ChocoFlan Is a Mexican Cake. It makes a good gift for a special occasion. I know I love it when my mom makes this wonderful dish .

Cooking the cake was a challenge because I had to put two pans in at a time and there was five or six pans.

Quickly my closet is now occupied by two people, one steaming mad mother, and one smug yet terrified young child. My face was painted in sticky, gooey, still delicious, chocolate syrup. “We are never again to have chocolate syrup in this house, ever!!!” Screeched my mother in the heat of her anger. To this very day, almost 10 years later, my mother is still still in awe at how sneaky I tried to

In a rather random Asian restaurant one of the menu items that I had the pleasure of tasting, fried cheesecake.

I rolled out of bed, with the sun shining on my face, and my little brother, Emmanuel, shaking me awake. So, I went to the bathroom. Then, I went to get breakfast. I made myself lucky charms and some orange juice. My sister, Camila, and brother, Marco, woke up after me and had some breakfast. My brother, Marco, checked the calendar. “Mom its the 4th!” , he screamed. “ I know!” , my mom responded.

Hebert, Jane. "Cake and Cookie Decorating." Library Journal 37.1 (2012): n. page. Web. 20 Oct. 2016

The morning sunshine seeped through the cracks between my shutters, lighting up my room. I could hear the clock ticking and the rays of sunlight bouncing off of my eyelids. I barely got any sleep last night because I was ecstatic that tomorrow was, my birthday! I jumped up out of bed, how could I have forgotten that it was my birthday? Suddenly all of my drowsiness turned it into excitement and I jumped up, throwing the red gradient quilt off of my bed. I slowly walked out of my room, making very little noise, checking to see if anyone else was awake. I peeked through the intricate staircase railings and tried to spot anyone downstairs, no one was in sight. I tiptoed down the cream coloured stairs, reached the bottom and got startled when my mom yelled, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”, her voice bouncing off the walls of house. A grin so big spread across my face, I couldn’t believe I was turning four years old!

I waked to the box where my cake was and opened it slowly. I am amazed with design. It was a very detailed looking Kawasaki ninja motorcycle you could see parts of the motor which made it look realistic. I was so happy with how it looked.I turned around and my mom was still looking at me, so I said