Personal Narrative: Nachos

A time when I tried something new was when I tried a burrito at a Mexican restaurant. Before I ate a burrito I never did like Mexican food, because I didn’t like trying new things. Ever since I ate that burrito, I had loved burritos because I tried something new.

That was a lot of money, and I didnt want to let Tony down so I got in the car and started to drive. As I drove the road was empty. I had confidence I was not going o get caught. It was a slightly wormer day out witch might have been because the sun was out. I had the windows down and was blaring music just trying to enjoy life when a cop pulls out behind me.

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 slowly sit up and rest my back against the headboard of my old bed. Closing my eyes and taking everything in that has happen since I’ve woken up. Being in my old room, brings back a lot of memories of when I used to live here as a child. Moments with James, moments with my mum. I let a tear escape my eye, quickly wiping it away. I can’t let it get to me anymore. It was five years ago. A few more tears escape and I go to whip it away again when light bounces off the scars on my arm.

I was designated out of necessity. My older brother was sent to prison the year before she was diagnosed. My twin sister was married at the time with three small children and my younger brother was only 16 years old. Therefore, I tried to become everything that she needed. Helping her through her battle would prove to me that life is too short to not pursue my dreams.

I was twelve years old when my family moved to the mountains of Humboldt County we moved at the beginning of winter and my father said there would be snow where we were going to live. I had never seen snow before and I couldn’t wait to build snowmen, throw snowballs and build igloos, like I had seen children on television do. A child’s excitement blossomed at the prospect of a new winter paradise

This is the time when I tried guacamole.This is how I started to like it, and eat it all the time.

How strange he must have looked, calling to her through the crowd. Lena couldn't help but laugh at his foolishness. He seemed to not care that he was the only one that wasn't silently judging her, and now him. It felt nice to have him so carefree about associating with her. Nice to have someone who wasn't constantly on eggshells around her. She called out what she wanted, the typical things for a typical hot dog; ketchup, mustard and onion. There was something about hot dogs that gave her that 'at home' feeling, as though returning from a long day's play outside to your dad barbecuing that simple all American meal. Lena had only experienced that a handful of time though, and yet it still had meaning.

There’s nothing I look forward to more than my daily sugar fix: I have an undeniable sweet tooth. Whether my teeth are sunken in a slice of ripe, juicy watermelon, or in a bowl of raspberry gelato, I can't get enough of the taste of sugar. I am almost certain that if you close your eyes and eat something sweet, you can taste a little of the hot sun beating on a Brazilian sugarcane plantation, or of the refreshing water running through the plants.

Worries of today’s interactions with the twins were pushed aside as Amy concentrated on preparing mac and cheese for dinner. The dish was at the demands of Dr. Alastor Connor, her obnoxious and unlovable boyfriend. She chopped the tomatoes in graceful motions, but a driving force enthused each cut. The rhythmic clash of the blade on the glass chopping board filled the quiet kitchen despite its spacious size. Although she found it strange it Dr. Connor liked a strange recipe of mac and cheese which included tomatoes, onions and bacon, she dared not object. He and Dr. Einarsson were in the living area drinking and obsessing over work like they did most nights.

I walked into the kitchen, and laid eyes onto the limestone kitchen counter where ingredients lined up as the sunlight beamed through the window, highlighting the upcoming meal. I did my excitement dance as I imagined tasting the mouthwatering, delightful sensational, baked macaroni and cheese. Baked macaroni and cheese is not just your ordinary macaroni in a cheese sauce. Although not as creamy as the stovetop version, baked macaroni and cheese has a different texture with an addictive, cheesy, stretchy and crispy topping that leaves me begging for more.

On a drizzly Sunday evening my first summer in New York City, I was walking in Chelsea when a man rode up beside me on a bike. I really don’t want to bother you, he began, a baleful look in his brown eyes, but this ridiculous thing just happened to me. He explained that the costumes he had designed for a Broadway show had accidentally been locked in his apartment, and he had lost his keys. He just needed to borrow a little money so he could get in touch with his assistants and sort the whole thing out.

pizza was beautifully cooked on a crispy crust that didn't sag in the middle when he picked it up. The most memorable dish was Vince’s gnocchi; a plate full of light-as-air, tiny pillows of fresh potato goodness, smothered in a mouthwatering, rich and creamy gorgonzola sauce. Vince had never tasted anything so divine. It was delicious. The men savored their well deserved, exquisite dinner and wine engaged in happy conversation about the day’s events. Stan was relieved to be away from the sadness which encompassed his home in California and Vince was grateful to have Stan’s companionship and moral support.

Vacations, a time to drink fruity drinks and tan on the beach with the sun on your face. Vacations should be a fun and happy time for everyone. Instead of having the time of my life on my trip, I experienced Titanic 2, in my own way. I got burned, almost died tubing, and got into some illegal trouble with a taxi service. Worst of all, got told something that has changed me forever.

It's like this you see, Harold, my husband, came back from the working men's club a bit more inebriated than usual for a Friday night, due to it being his birthday. He had a sudden pang of hunger and decided to cook himself a few chips.