Until that times comes around the sound of laughter, love, and excitement rings through out every corner of the walls. While everyone is catching up with the latest gossip and catches up with each family member the smell of the tamales cooking fills up the entire house. My grandma then makes her warm atole and cold salsa to go with the warm delicious tamales. All the parents talk, the younger kids play and we await the sweet four word sentence when my grandmother screams out “Ya estan los tamales! !” As soon as everyone hears that, everyone rushes to the kitchen to grab a plate trying to be the first one their to grab the biggest tamale possible.
As I pulled them out, almost the whole entire cookie sheet was covered with flat, almost burnt, snickerdoodles. There were just a few spots of the cookie sheet that were visible. I just decided to wait for them to cool so I could put them on a plate and figure out what to do with them. I heard the garage door open, so I prepared my snickerdoodles on a plate so my mom could figure out what happened. “Hi, Paige, we’re home!” Yelled my brother from the garage.
We all gathered and sat around the dinner table. The hot soup sat in the middle of the table steaming hot with its distinct scent that I get to smell every year. While pouring me a bowl of soup my dad reminded me why on New Year’s Day we eat Soup Joumou. “Remember,” he said, “Haiti became a free country on January 1st, 1804, before that, while blacks and slaves worked hard over a hot stove to prepare Soup Joumou for their masters, they were not allowed to drink this soup in Haiti. It was a delicacy, it was reserved for the privileged French slave masters.
I always get their buttermilk pancakes with gooey maple syrup. Also, we stop at Effingham to get a snack from one of the Marathon gas stations there. When we got to our Aunt Janice’s house, it was like finishing the Boston marathon. Our Aunt Terry is usually there waiting for us, every year, and says the same thing every time, which is “Hello. Hello.
Slaves had a tradition of eating a lot of cooked greens, slave master rejected turnip greens because they only wanted the turnip (Bower, 2007, p. 48). The matriarch of my family, Madea, my maternal great-grandmother, plants a garden every year, which consists of turnip greens, black-eyed peas, corn, sweet potatoes, okra, and onions. The history
Ethos In the advertisement of “ Wendy’s Taco Salad,” the writer uses the rhetorical appeal ethos most prominently. Dave Thomas co-founder of wendy is holding the new taco salad. “ I know you’re in a hurry. But you still need to eat your vegetables.” Dave Thomas has been feeding many mouths for many years. This provides credibility.
When we turned around, my mom pulled out of her little cross body bag a tiny bottle of that incredible hot sauce. We could not believe that she actually carry it with her. Having that bottle made our meals just how we wanted -delicious and spicy. That was one of the many times that I have confirmed that my mom has the superpower of appearing whatever she
My dad had got done cooking breakfast, eggs, bacon, hashbrowns and sausage. It looked so good. Me, being the 11 year old I am, decide to load my plate up. I knew I wouldn’t be able to eat all of what I had grabbed, but I still grabbed it all because I wanted to make sure I had enough energy for gymnastics. After I ate half of what was on my plate, I go outside and practice cartwheels.
My family’s tradition occurs at lunch time and everyone has to bring something. Grandma Jo prepares the turkey, mash potatoes, home-made gravy, seasoned green beans, and fresh corn. She also prepares homemade biscuits, and fatback, which is my favorite. I love the texture and the taste. My grandma also makes the dressing or stuffing.
Christmas is my favorite holiday because every year ever since I could remember, our family gets together to make Tamales, one of the traditional foods in Hispanic culture. This get together is known as Tamalada Day, and we cook pork, beef, beans and make masa which is spread onto ojas which eventually are steamed and formed into the delicious food we eat on Christmas Eve. I still remember how when I was younger, family functions were dear to me because it meant getting to spend time with my elders. My grandparents were always quick to correct, discipline, or teach me when I would speak incorrectly, treat someone else rudely, or act uneducated. My great grandmother, who recently died at the age of one hundred and two, taught me wise little sayings and really showed me how to open my heart to the world and show appreciation for everything that life has brought to me.
5. always pack flash lights preferably one for each family member. And don 't forget batteries. 6. make a kid friendly easy menu. Don 't get carried away and make things hard on yourself or your kids by trying lots of new recipes. Stick with favorites like hot dogs, bagels and peanut butter, apples, bananas, canned soup, corn on the cob, and most importantly don 't forget the s 'mores.
She now cherishes his "Top Cop" coffee mug that he would drink out of every day. There was even a sandwich named after him in town at the restaurant. "It 's a meat sandwich, it comes on a doughnut. That was their big thing. It 's on our menu," she said.
It is tender and warm and juicy all at the same time. When you move on to the potatoes they are even creamier than they look. After everything is said and done you still haven’t eaten the pumpkin pie. My sister Kara finally passes you a piece of pie. You then stuff yourself full of it and only feel satisfaction.
However, it didn’t matter what food stand I went to, each and every one possessed its own version of heaven on a plate. The food that tasted the best in my opinion, was the ultimate bacon brisket bomb. In my mind, this brisket could surpass a steak from a five star restaurant. For the children, going to the fair primarily revolves around the rides or
Butter…… sugar…… stir……stir…...stir We’re sitting in my Great Grandma’s small kitchen all of us, it’s a little squished too. My Great Grandma sits in the living room with a soda and cards. It’s very hot because the candy is cooking away and all of us are taking turns stirring. Me, I get the butter and sugar ready for them (with a little assistance because I was very young at the time.) When they don’t need help I play cards with GG (that’s what I called her because I couldn’t say the full words when I was younger.