The whole house would be blanketed in smoke every day by burning wood when cooking. The pizza in Pakistan tasted like plastic because the cheese would be frozen and the crust would be hard as rock. By all this experience, I was primed to not eat pizza whenever I was offered it in America. In Blink Malcolm Gladwell writes that the testers for Seven-Up reported "If you add fifteen percent more yellow to the green on the package- what people report is that the taste experience has lime or lemon flavor"(163). In other word this quote explains that people were primed because lemon has yellow color so when they saw yellow color on the package
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO In my path of exploring new, complex and bomb flavors, I stumbled across of a new gem while happy-houring with friends. The ever talkative Lisa ordered Truffle fries. I was intrigued by the request and order the lobster mac and cheese. no damn way I am going to waste money trying out something I may not like.
Remember Jared Fogle. He lost weight on the Subway diet and cashed in big with a TV contract. A few years went by, and a clever young woman named Christine Dougherty wrote a letter to Taco Bell with her story about losing 54 pounds on her Taco Bell Drive-Thru Diet. Before you can say "nachos del grande" she's all over TV showing off her svelte body, the result, we are supposed to infer, of the young woman replacing her higher fat and calorie tacos and burritos with the "Mexican" fast food chain's slimmed down Fresco Menu versions. What's next?
The ambience was only one factor to the restaurant’s success. What people really came for was the food! Mrs. (name) was famous for her one-of-a-kind XXX large pizza, appropriately named the “Five Alarm Pizza”! This was made from four large pizzas, and was served on an old-school fire rescue net.
Unlike in Korea, I had to choose the toppings from the overwhelmingly diverse selections. I asked the worker what her favorite combination was. Surprisingly, instead of answering my question, she rolled her eyes and said, “Are you gonna order or not?” Before processing
Nestled deep in the Smoky Mountains, is a small cabin. The family it once sheltered has long been gone. Once filled with life and hope, it now sits empty and bare. It stands as a monument to a time long gone, but soon it to will disappear. Disintegrating on the outside, rotting on the inside, and drowning in the ever thickening forest, it slowly crumbles away.
The Other Wes Moore Wow! I feel like I knew Wes or people like Wes. Many boys like Wes grew up in my neighborhood. There were boys who tried to be cool so they hung out with the bad boys. We knew they were not bad boys nor were they cool.
It was a beautiful day for the beautiful game of baseball to be played in the friendly confines of Wrigley Field, Chicago: breezy, sunny, but not a scorching hot, sweat-bead kind of day. Merely six miles south of Wrigley Field, we boarded the CTA purple line el train, along with clusters and clusters of Chicago Cubs fans also getting on each and every rail car from who knows where. But, let me tell you, I was in awe; I have never been with so many true fans who knew, not only baseball, but knew the Cubs!
Another day was so much like the one before, and the many before that. He walked the house and grounds, slowly, letting time pass as it must. Alone, present but not present, for can one truly be there if no one knows of it? Like the saying he’d heard more than once over the unmeasured time of his existence: If a tree falls in the forest but no one is there to hear it, does it make a sound? He ambled through the back yard, pausing under the tree from which he’d been hanged, cursing his tormentors, vowing to haunt them for all time. But it was he who was cursed, trapped here for eternity.
“So, what was life like before you met me?” Theodore asked Frank. Frank as very careful to only tell him about the last year or so of his life but didn’t mention anything about his old life. Frank stuttered “I-I was alone. Le-ft to die. I salvaged for food and took shelter in what wa-was left of the mans- I mean house.” SCREECH! The car came to a dead stop! “Franklin! What aren’t you telling me?!” Lt. Theodore Thomas asked with alarm and curiosity all rolled into one as the truck started up again. One of the guards had taken out his pistol as they continued their journey through the countryside.
It’s spring now and the winter was terrible let me tell you. There were 10 people dying every day from starvation or freezing to death or disease it was terrible. When we were marching there from the last battle we heard that there was going to be food there for 8 months turns out there was only food for 8 days. General Edwin and a bunch of other soldiers and commanders asked if they could leave and George had to let them go he just asked them if they would come back in the Spring ready to go. Hundreds of soldiers deserted valley Forge and went back home to their families. George was the only general that never slept he always was helping us out we were all sick and cold and he did everything he could have. George kept calling in supplies
what is it that makes us feel the need to escape? Today was a totally different day; for the first time the sky wasn't pitch black covered with smoke everywhere, and there was no noise coming from the fighter jets, or guns, there were people repairing the broken up houses and filling up the trenches that were once considered useless to fix. For the first time in a very long time old Jenking's bar was open, and there was noise of partying and laughter coming from there. "This could mean only one thing; the war was finally over" The war that took away so many lives, the war that separated people living on the same grounds with just a painted white boundary was finally over. "This meant I could finally cross that line and I could explore