Kitchen

cooking for a couple of reasons. One reason, is that I simply really, really enjoy food: eating it, looking at it, smelling it, pretty much anything to do with food is something I want to be a part of. Another driving force that pushed me towards the kitchen, is the daunting fact that, in less than a year, I will be living on my own,with NO ONE to cook for me. Now I know what you may be thinking, “Uhh restaurants and take out joints LITERALLY cook for you? Like they solve the exact problem you…

There are many powerful symbols evident in everyday life. Similarly, in “Popular Mechanics” by Raymond Carver, there are two main symbols, along with many others. Among the most powerful of which are the drawn-out progression of darkness and the sudden smashing of the flowerpot. Not only do these symbols set the mood, but they also give more details to what is going on. Although the sudden destruction of the flowerpot is what makes it such a powerful representation of destruction, the most…

We all have been outside on the hot summer day. Where you open the door to the house and it feels like you just opened the refrigerator. You walk into the kitchen and you are parched. All you want is to drink some water. Just not your ordinary water out of a bottle. No, it has to be the perfect cup of water to quench your thirst. The first thing you do is go to the sink and wash your hands with soap and water. You have been outside playing in the sand, and mom doesn’t like it when you leave…

She sighed, noting along with him. “Fine,” she said, walking out the kitchen door. Where to hide next… “Boo!” She screamed loudly as she felt hands on her waist, preventing her from going further. When she realized it was Pietro, she started struggling against him. “Ugh!” She exclaimed, “You asshole!” Pietro laughed, further…

I didn't get a response from him so I figured that he was just tired. Later that evening I was making some of my homemade fried chicken for dinner and It would be ready in about thirty minutes, so I went to clean up what I could of my mess in the kitchen. When my husband got home, I called Walter to dinner and he did not come and I thought that he could not be asleep because this is too early for him to normally go to sleep so. So I called him a second time when Walter finally came out of his…

off the grill. The servers work as a “team” so if one if busy with other customers a different server is sure to bring you your delicious food. In the kitchen there is a kitchen manager who makes sure the food is always cooked properly and ready to be served, so there are rarely any mistakes with the orders. If something is to go wrong the kitchen manager is notified right away and assists the customer until they are pleased with their plate. Carino’s is most popular for its pastas and sauces,…

A Critical Review of My Papa’s Waltz and Daddy In My Papa’s Waltz, Theodore Roethke tells the relationship between the father and the son. Their waltz causes the father and son to destroy the kitchen so the mother to become upset. The author Sylvia Plath in Daddy used figurative image to describe the girl’s father. Daddy uses many different metaphors to show her relationships with her daddy. This poem also shows that the girl did not want anything to do with her father. This paper will analysis…

Mass-mediated experience always involves selective construction and representation, since what is seen is the result of the actions and decisions of professionals as to what is significant and how it should be presented. Thus, national or cultural trauma always engages a ‘meaning struggle,’ a grappling with an event that involves identifying the ‘nature of the pain, the nature of the victim and the attribution of responsibility’ . . . this is the ‘trauma process,’ when the collective experience…

We were having an enjoyable dinner and in honor of his birthday, my daughter had bought some wine to celebrate. Without thinking I quickly headed to the kitchen to got two of my Eyzkubes and added them to my glass of wine but thankfully the wine had been red. I dropped the cubes into the glass of wine and drank. 8:15 pm. He cut his cake and blew out the candles and we sang “Happy Birthday” to him and suddenly…

Quiet breezes blew against a window at the dead of a night, resembling absolute peace. It was an ordinary day in Alicante, pedestrians roaming the streets in the daytime, and vehicles busily occupying the streets in nighttime. A manor house stood in the middle of the civilization, inhabitants asleep… except for one. The figure slowly but firmly began to chip the backdoor. Nobody knew who or what this figure was. The only aspect they can decipher about this figure is that he was infamous for…