Personal Narrative: The Cookie Monster

The Cookie Monster A long time ago, during the year 2015, I had been dieting, exercising, and cutting down how much I ate so I could lose weight. This had been going on for quite a few months and I had not eaten a whole lot off sweets or any other kind of junk food. One day, however, I began to truly crave some sweets. At the time, I was very hungry, my stomach was grumbling and carrying on loudly about wanting to be fed. Our pantry had hardly anything we can eat because people were too lazy to go grocery shopping. I would have gone to get them myself, but at the time I didn’t have a driver’s license. This craving convinced me to go to the kitchen and find something sweet. I entered the kitchen and the floor was rough and cold under my feet. The kitchen itself was messy and littered with dishes. There must have been thirty plates and ten glasses sitting on the countertops, the dinner table, and even just sitting in the sink waiting to be washed. There was no reason for us to have these many dishes other than my grandmother being a bit of a hoarder. The kitchen itself was freezing there was a drastic change in temperature from when I was sitting in my room. My bedroom may have been hot, but our kitchen must have been like sixty degrees. …show more content…
I walked over to open it and take out the pan. The cookies smelled so fresh. They were cooked perfectly as well. They weren’t burnt to a crisp nor were they more soft than they needed to be. After I placed them onto a paper plate and waited for them to cool down, the fresh smell of the cookies wafted to me all the way into living room. When we finally ate them, my craving was finally satisfied. They tasted really sweet and chocolaty. They had hardened from the time passed cooling down and crunched with every bite. I was so proud of my creation at the time and my parents even praised me for a job well done and informed me it was my job to make cookies from now