Of all Burmese(Myanmar) street food, none of the food is better than mohinga. I used to eat a lot when I was a child. Mohinga is a Burmese dish that is a soup made with a fish base. It is commonly referred as “Burma’s signature dish”. It was really popular among my people even today here in United State because it was easily available, customized and can be eaten in many different variations. That’s why it is sold almost everywhere, from restaurants to street vendors. My favorite food is mohinga because it has sour, salty, and spicy taste, for example, it brings back memories of my hometown, school, friends, and culture that I left behind. It is a food that I never get tired of how many times I eat. Also, you can eat anytime of a day, but most people eat as their breakfast. I always remember the first time I ate with my mom and my sister. It was in front of our school restaurant.
Since I was young, mohinga has been my favorite thing to eat, no matter what time of a day, I can eat for breakfast, lunch, and sometime dinner, and I couldn’t resist it without eating when I see it in front of me. Just the sight of lemongrass, chili, and fish soup poured over noodle in a bowl makes my mouth like a kid at a zoo eyeing for some ice cream. The first time I ate was with my mom and my sister. It was during exam weeks, my mom would always take us to a restaurant in front of our school, and there were many people since it was a really popular restaurant. I could hear the sound of water
The angle Wong takes on her choices of food was very new to me. Despite often relating food to culture, I had never truly noticed that I did until reading this essay. Furthermore, it made me notice that the foods I eat are also a reflection of my identity. As someone who moved around a lot as a child, I noticed that I often bring up the certain foods that I’ve eaten in conversations as a way to reinstate my personal identity.
It happened while I was practicing improvising on the blues. My playing started awkwardly and clumsily -- the notes plodded out of the horn in a lazy line. I felt my body begin to move with the rhythm of the music, the syncopation coursing through me as my eyes closed. I snapped into consciousness. I was playing better, but disconcertingly, half an hour had flown by without me realizing it.
It was the afternoon, and my class was sitting down while my teacher, Mrs. Curtin, was speaking to the class. I was in fifth grade at the time, and my school was named Kaneland John Shields. My teacher told my class we were going to a pep rally assembly in a few minutes. Mrs. Curtin commented that we should pack our backpacks, the assembly was supposed to last through the rest of the day. Grade by grade, everyone was called to go to the gym.
and I heard my dad playing the oud in the living room, I suddenly smiled and ran to him, I remember sitting around my father for several hours as he sung childhood songs. Although I was listening to him play the details on the Oud always put me in
I couldn’t believe it. Suddenly, it was pouring! I was eleven and I was on a hike in the Zion Canyon Narrows, walking through the Virgin River. The views were spectacular, not a cloud in the sky, and everything was perfect.
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Huong uses the significance of food in the plot as a tool to emphasize the importance of community and to display the characters’ financial status in the social order. In Paradise of The Blind, vietnamese cuisine is also a strong
Jocelyn Fong, an Asian American who wrote the essay “Rice for Thanksgiving”, examines her family’s tradition of eating rice for Thanksgiving and how it represents how she feels in her everyday life. She begins the essay by explaining how the tradition started, but then she relates it to her struggles of trying to maintain her Chinese identity while living in a non-Chinese culture. Fong states that she believes that she is “rice and gravy”. She uses “rice and gravy” as a metaphor for herself.
I felt a cold breeze throughout the house like I was in a field out in the wind. I got up and my father was still here he told me to go out and get the garbage. I went and did that my drive way was really long so it took me about a minute to get it to the curb. On my way back I heard a scream like I had never heard before. The sound hit me like a bullet.
Rhetorical analysis Do you believe in order to understand other culture you need to try different food ? These are some ideas of this article from Amy S. Choi a freelance journalist. She wrote this article,“What americans can learn from other food cultures”. Choi betters her argument by providing real stories from other countries.
Flying free and the sickening thud of my skull on soil. Or was it Kara I heard, landing next to me? And then the sudden sharp contrast of quiet sounds, like tinkling crystal. Dripping.
When I think about comfort food I automatically think of cornbread. Cornbread is a type of bread made from cornmeal and leavened without the use of yeast. Cornbread is the cornerstone of American cuisine. Many historians have found that cornbread can be traced back to before the United States was even a country (The American Indian Heritage Foundation, 2016). Cornmeal was founded by Native Americans around the year 5000 BC.
When we were trying to cross the river the current picked up and I fell a couple of times because it started raining, and I could feel the rocks when I hit the ground and I could taste the fishy water. But there was no lightening so we kept swimming in the river for a long time. While we swimming down stream Will saw a bridge and he wanted to go there. Right when we saw the bridge it thundered it was so loud that I could hear it like it was right in my ear.
Article 1: In brief, Hmong Food Helps Us Remember Who We Are: Perspectives of Food Culture and Health among Hmong Women with Young Children is a research conducted by Wa Vue, Cindy Wolff, and Keiko Goto to learn of Hmong women with young children view on the cultural food impact on health and socialization. The researchers reached out to women in the Hmong community who are mothers who have at least one child or more to conduct the research. The research is to learn how culturally appropriate impact Hmong mothers and their children’s health. In the same way, to learn the importance of how important culture food is to be consumed to benefit the health of an individual in that culture.
Answer: It was a hot morning, I remember that day very clearly as it was yesterday. My class and I were going on an outing to the Wild Fowl Trust which is a wetland conservation trust for animals here in Trinidad. It is the second oldest in the world. The day before I remembered making sure I had snacks and a couple of bottles of water for the next day.