“Did Mom fix the macaroni?” He stands on his tip toes to get a better look. “It’s not exactly macaroni and cheese,” answers Mom. “But it’s just as good.” Adam smiles and licks his lips like a dog.
Every year on March 17, my mom works from home so a combination of corned beef, cabbage, carrots, onions, and broth can slowly cook in a crock pot all day, the smells fusing into the walls. Later on she makes mashed potatoes and toasts one or two loaves of Irish soda bread. When St. Patrick 's Day is on a school day, I come home, stand in the middle of our living room, and inhale the aromas, letting them fill my heart with comfort. When it is time to eat, my sister and I build sandwiches, stacking nearly everything in between two pieces of soda bread. The sandwiches are so huge that we make a game of seeing who can eat without it collapsing.
So once again, I took my slice of pizza and dipped a little bit more into the pool of ranch on her plate and began chewing. Craig and Jenna both watched waiting to hear my response as I was working on getting my food down. I took that last swallow and said what I never would have thought I would be saying, “Wow that actually tasted really good. A little weird but definitely good.”
All of us got very quiet while Mark said the prayer, after it was done Janey got up and handed the platter of freshly cooked hamburgers to us and said now pass it around. There was corn on the cob, cooked carrots, hamburger buns, and fresh strawberries picked right from the garden. It was an amazing supper and you could tell that it was right off the farm. After we were done we decided that dessert could wait for later and went out to do chores and explore. We always had great fun exploring and this time
Mary Grcich says “The restaurant has been going on for 16 years. ”(Valadez, 2). Mary had a passion for Old Styles history and traditions. She loved cooking the old style foods that they served at the Old Style Inn. During one of Mary’s recent visits she realizes “The eatery menus or dishes that aren’t too common on restaurant menus now days” (Valadez, 2). There was big sellers during this time period which were: frog legs, roast duck, prime rib, perch, and shrimp deJonge.
A weird feeling surged through me as my friends, Gabby and Julia, and I were going to the Cheesecake Factory, but I pretended it was nothing because I couldn 't wait any longer to eat my Fettuccine Alfredo. When we arrived at the restaurant I felt in heaven because of the smell of Italian food cooking in the kitchen. Once we sat down, Gabby received a phone call. I could already sense something was wrong the second Gabby picked up the phone; my stomach was filled with butterflies that were trying to get out. “Mom what are you talking about…MOM!”
It was around 6 pm and my whole family was here even my grandparents and god mother. I am eating my favorite food right now eggs, black beans and rice and plantains with sour cream. I take my last bite of food and then I ask my mom “can we have desert now”. She walks to the kitchen and grabs my favorite cake, chocolate. She lays it to on the table and we all gather around and then my family begins to sing happy birthday.
She Made Me Do It She left to go to gymnastics although we were still asleep. We woke up to her parents cooking us their famous gourmet breakfast as if we were staying in a hotel. The smell of bacon, eggs, toast, and sausage was always a benefit to waking up in the Beaudette house. There was plenty to do there.
The mill usually consists of the following: scrambled eggs, bacon, pancakes, and array of cereal, and A family favorite poutine. After we indulge in this breakfast of kings, we we relax and watch TV. After watching the parade, the real fun begins. Around 12 o 'clock, we head over to my grandmothers house where she has prepared a delectable lunch for our family.
There are many reasons why Los Corrales is my favorite spot to dine in on a Sunday night. I never knew about this place until my dad came home one and night and explained to us he had ordered a quesadilla and he couldn’t believe his eyes. My mouth got watery as he explained the quesadilla was as long as twelve inches and filled with beef and melted Chihuahua cheese on the inside and how the cheese was starting to come out the edges of the corn tortilla and, with some hot sauce it couldn’t get any better. Los Corrales has a selection from the sea, American and, Mexican food. When I step foot into this restaurant I feel at home not only because of their very fine made Mexican style of cooking but, because all of the employees are extremely friendly and, glad to help their customers.
Babette is a good cook because she is owner of the famous "Café Anglais" in Paris. The story focus on the Babette’s seven-course meal, including turtle soup, salad, buckwheat cakes, quail and truffle sauce, and so on. Through Babette’s Feast the people in the community have tasted the amazing/expensive food that they never had. At the end of the movie, people eat, sing, and share feeling with each other. So food can transform people by bring them closer to one
“Sweetie, time to wake up.” Pretending to be asleep, Abigail “woke up” and looked at her father. Silently, Klaus closed the door. Abigail got up, dressed in her fishing uniform, which was a plain shirt made out of string that her mother gave her, and a pair of ripped, cream colored leggings made out of leather, and a pair of ripped brown boots. When she finished getting dressed, she went to the kitchen, and Lucy prepared breakfast.
That was when he 'd seen her first, Sophie, he thought he remembered her nametag had read. He 'd remembered just fresh out of high school driving out to pick up the big order of chicken and she 'd been behind the counter, dressed in a yellow waitress smock and just as pretty as she was tonight. It was that sauntering walk that had refreshed his memory. Those hips shifting back and forth like a woman with some bluesy rhythm hiding inside her, a rhythm of a woman much older than her years let on. Jim had to pull his mind out of the lustful reminiscing he 'd started, reminding himself again how serious the business he was attending to was.
Charanjit’s mother cooks an assortment of delicious Indian dishes, often preparing Roti with different types of Sabzi (vegetables cooked in gravy). When cooking, her mother will use ingredients such as milk, paneer (cheese), ghee (butter), and yogurt. For desserts, her mother will make kheer (rice pudding), ghajrela (carrot pudding), and gulab jaman (a milk-solid based dessert). Charanjit’s father is also a great cook. Although he doesn’t cook very often, when he does step foot in the kitchen the family knows that the food will be amazing.