Being ignored for almost four days is so fun, anyone knows it well! All I do is sitting in a big white porcelain bowl on the countertops while hearing the crowds around. Yeah, I am only hearing them, the buzzing sound of the crews talk, the clink between spatula and pan, also the eerie sound of gas when they turn up the stove. I am having fun as I know that I am the best sauce here. I come from the best ingredients of sauce could ever ask. My mother was prom-queen peanuts, the most beautiful and tasty peanuts of all. Ah I miss looking at her. I’m sure she’s now in a factory of selected peanuts—where all great peanuts gather—¬ being so tanned and packed in a bag with a gallant bird on the cover which is such a great pride of peanuts to be there. …show more content…
Look at the shape! It doesn’t look appetizing neither photogenic! Moreover the sauce, it’s too brown! It looks like...ermm...well, you know...”
Sigh, another one listed on my yes-I-am-unattarctive list. Maybe mother peanuts lied to me, I have never been that good and shouldn’t be too proud of myself. Maybe I’m just an ordinary peanut sauce, like the previous girl said, as ordinary as the ones on sidewalks. I barely have friends too here. I think I better stop dreaming and just do my main job: being a good sauce for gado-gado. No one would listen to me either.
“Shhss, you cannot say it that way! We’re on dining table. Anyway my aunt said the gado-gado here is really tasty, and the sauce looks rather sexy I guess. Can’t wait to eat it!”
I hate myself right now; it is proved that there are more people dislike me than people love me. I don’t get why do people dislike me, why I’m the one who should take the blame? I have tried my very best to be the best and being this brown, too pricey, or looking unappetizing aren’t my choice. Humans are the one who do it. Also, when my ancestors tasted good, humans have never given us the credit, they give the credit to the kitchen’s crews, to the cooks. But I really want to say thank you to this Steph girl for flattering me, yet not enough to bring my spirit back. I wish I could be as amazing as my ancestors, but apparently I cannot. I’ll just be a good sauce with less dreams from now
On December 5, 2012, Daisy Luther, a journalist from Northern California wrote a blog entry on the conspiracy surrounding “certified organic” labels that is claimed by some companies and retailers. She brings up the question of whether these labels being stamped on food can really be verified or are they just a way to empty out the wallets of consumers. In the website The Organic Pepper, the blogger generally gives advice for different problems people encounter on a daily basis. Through her blog entries varying from ways to stay healthy to frugal living, Luther states her opinion of governmental interference on our food supply by citing sources from articles from Natural News and Time Magazine. She first starts out by arguing about how the
In the essay “The Chunky Peanut Butter”, Gregory states and explains his perseverance in the view and terms of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, his main form being the peanut butter for his slight shyness but strong will and power to hold everything together and continue as the heart of the sandwich. This trait is really neat and a necessary requirement to/for a MOOC. I feel this may be necessary not only due to the hardships that may come his way, but the dedication required to actually complete even one course. In “The Year of the MOOC” article, Pappano explains how vastly dedication is even already in the MOOC- vast as in very little- also using an example of which actually happened. 46,000 students had enrolled in, but in the end, merely after the first assignment, 13,000 actually even completed the course.
“I was a seamstress, but all I do now is lie in this bed and eat everything people bring me.” Still able to feed herself, Fleming is an old woman who’s still in sound mind and loves treating her body to good food. “She’s a very active old lady,” friend and weekly visitor Louise Bars
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I sat on the porch of my house, overseeing the town. Stamps, or also known as the Black Stamps, had segregation. From schools to shops, everywhere blacks were seen less than whites. It limited what we could do, affecting all of our lives. That apparently, was not abnormal in the United States at the time.
TooSweet, Anne’s mother, worked as a waitress but still did not bring enough home to feed the family but for a few pieces of bread and some beans. In the fourth-grade, Anne began to clean for
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Tootsie Roll Tootsie Roll industries is a company that has engaged its operations in manufacturing and selling confectionery products for over 100 years. The company produces a number of products including Tootsie Roll pops, charms and Blow Po among other products. This paper will highlight on the company’s accounting policies and estimates disclosures as well as looking at the company disclosures based on the identified policies. Revenue recognition One of the accounting policies that have been identified in the company’s annual report is the revenue recognition policy.
Is that why we're hated so much? I've heard the rumours about hate, too, once in a long while, over the years. Do you know why? I don't, that's sure!” (70).
The story began with a detailed description of Miss Hancock, this detail showed the focus on external beauty that Charlotte had early in life. The description mentioned features such as, “ Miss Hancock was plump, and unmarried and over-enthusiastic… loose threads… Like a heavy bird. ”(p. 9)
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