Variety in the Pantry My father used to be a chef so he knows how to cook for a crowd. Every time he cooks we have leftovers for what seems like weeks. My sister and I often got very tired of what we were eating and my father would be the one stuck struggling to eat all the extra food. My sister and I developed what is called food fatigue.…
The speaker from PreMedical Ms.Schnarre, I was not interested in any of the things that this major had to offer. I have never been interested in PreMedical. Will probably not want to pursue any kind of job in this of work. Even though the opportunities seem interesting, the money was with my interest. I would not want to take a different direction that I am already headed.…
As a child, I remember my grandma reading me The Little Engine that Could every time I visited her house. Which may seem slightly odd that, that’s what I enjoyed as a kid. It quickly led to me writing in school. During kindergarten, we were all about writing our own books. For example, I ended that year with 22 books.…
I would visit Applebee’s again for several reasons; it is affordable, causal, and the food is really good. As a college student, the first thing that I consider before eating out is how affordable the place is. Compared to Olive Garden, I would say that this restaurant is a lot less formal, less costly, and a lower food quality. Overall, my experience was fun and enjoying because I felt relaxed sitting, laughing, and eating with my friends. When come back next time, I may try a dessert.…
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that an individual child with a desire to gain one Snickers bar, must be prepared to trade no less than three Twix bars. In my household, every bag of fun sized confections was an opportunity for a ridiculous negotiation with a not so ridiculous lesson behind it. When my father loves Snickers just as much as I do, why should he take only one inferior Twix for one Snickers? Critically assessing how much my companion stands to lose versus how much I was willing to pay to get what I want is a skill I have been developing since middle school. Negotiation and debate, human interaction of all kinds have always piqued my interests both academically and recreationally.…
My life changed in a blink of an eye, the moment I turned in sixteen years old. My parents told me, that it was better for my future to finish high school in America. I was thrilled, but at the same time I knew coming to America meant starting over. Leaving my country, my family, my friends, and my culture was the hardest thing I had to do in my life. After living two years away from parents, I can say that the sacrifice was worth it.…
Also, I was correct. That is my sign to leave, yet not before I fix myself something to eat. I begin going through the cabinets and discover nothing. This man truly needs to go shopping for food. I look in the fridge and there's nothing in there.…
I come from a poor family. I never had brand-name shoes or video games, or even a Lisa Frank binder and stickers like my friends at school, but I always had plenty of food in the fridge at home. My family never went hungry in spite of the fact that we were raised by a single mother who made her living as a coffee shop waitress. I did not know, till I was a teenager, that my mom bought the majority of our groceries with food stamps. It never seemed odd to me that she went to the grocery store one time a month and stocked up on milk, sugar, lunchmeat, chicken legs, hamburger meat, and most importantly, coffee.…
I wish the American Ideal was true in a perfect fairy tale world it would be but in reality it is very far from being true many people want to pretend everyone has the same opportunity because of the great opportunities they have had in their life. I guess to not have to face the reality people would rather pretend it does not exist rather than to be a voice of change. Even still today people of different ethnicities are still being discriminated against even if they are over qualified because of many racial stereotypes. Additionally everyone does not have the same level playing field educational opportunities nor vital networking connections.…
I used to believe culture was where we came from; I believed that who I was had so much to do with where I came from, but now I realize that who I am has nothing to do with where I came from but from where and who I am now and where I am going. if you asked me to accurately describe who I am in just a few words, I couldn’t do it. I am not the country I came from, nor am I the country I was raised in. I am not my choice in fashion, nor my religious beliefs; nor am I my favorite T.V show or my music taste. I am none of these single, but I am all of these in one.…
My ancestors come from Western Europe. I usually would just identify myself as white. In the white culture wearing leggings, drinking starbucks and wearing Uggs is a norm. Yet, I grew up differently in Kansas City.…
They used a good grade of meat and it was piping hot it almost burn my tongue, but I didn’t care because the taste was breath taking. To say the burger had so much on it, it did not look sloppy it was put together well. The bacon was thick and they didn’t spare no sides. After I was done with the burger there was still some yummy pieces of bacon and peppers it was that good. It took about ten minutes for me to finish that burger and I forgot I ordered dessert.…
Have you ever been so happy you cried? Well I have! When I was eight years old, there was a pizza shop called Not Just Pizza a few blocks away from my house. My childhood friends, Joey, Cam, and my brother, Dylan, and I went to this pizza shop every Friday night. Ironically, the pizza was awful, and every time we went, we had ice cream instead of pizza.…
For the last 9 years I have worked in the restaurant industry. Dishwasher, bus girl, hostess, waitress, you name it and I have worked it. I have never been afraid to get my hands dirty and feel blessed for my work experience. The crazy restaurant world has taught me a strong work ethic, communication skills, and many other crucial life lessons that cannot be bought.…
The Trip to the Grocery Store I haven’t seen him in weeks or maybe even months, I thought as I glared across the small distance between where I was standing and my dad’s car. With my One Direction CD clutched in my hands, I started to close the distance by walking towards his car. I opened the door and slipped in, and then he started to drive to the grocery store. At the time I was under the illusion that my dad would be even slightly happy to see me, but no.…