Personal Narrative: My Cinnamon Toaster

My Story On What It is Like To Have A Severe Peanut Allergy I was a mere three-year-old at the time, transfixed eyes wandering up at my mom watching her devour some seemingly delicious cashews. “Can I try one?” I questioned with a huge grin plastered onto my face. “Of course!” my mom warmly replied back at me, handing me what I wished for.

As a young child, I can remember going over to my Grandma’s house on a Saturday morning and spending the whole day baking all kinds of desserts. We would take breaks in between to taste the savory results. The house would smell like chocolate and cookies. One of my favorite recipes is the Peanut Butter-Chocolate No-Bake Cookies or as I like to call them “Grandma cookies”. Now, my father and I make the cookies occasionally when we start to crave them again.

“Sweets aren’t for cats.” Master Cake explained for the millionth time, whishing Danny would understand, how bad sweets were for animals. Danny sighed and called, “Copy, hurry up, or we’ll be late!” He heard a noise behind him and turned around in time to see Copy meow loudly and leaped onto one of Master Cake’s freshly baked giant cupcakes. “There goes breakfast.”

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.”

I was sitting at my dining room table eating a cold bowl of lucky charms one late Saturday night. I noticed that the rainbow colors from my cereal had drifted into my milk creating a vibrant ray of pinks and greens. That’s when I looked down to see my phone flashing with a message from my dad asking if we could talk now. Instantly, I opened my phone and said that I would be ready in five minutes. I quickly drank up my colorful milk, set my bowl in the sink, and walked up stairs.

While running down the stairs I smelt something delicious. Mom had cooked some eggs, grits, and bacon. I quickly ran to the table, sat down, and ate my breakfast. Mom had asked why I was in such a rush.

It smelled so delicious that I had to get up and go down stairs to have some. My mom had left the Jell-O in the fridge. I opened the fridge to grab one and I always went for the one in the very back because it was extra cold, which was excellent for my liking. The Jell-O looked as good as it smelled. Due to the sight, and smell of food, the lateral hypothalamus was triggered and it increased my hunger, therefore my mouth started to water.

“Something smells good!” my mother shouted from the bedroom when she woke up from her nap due to the heavenly scents from the kitchen. Once the boxes were open, Christopher and I found a turkey, a container or two of gravy, cranberry sauce, stuffing, a huge pink ham drizzled with honey, a pecan pie, and a pumpkin pie, which were still hot, and ready to

I woke up this morning with the smell of flapjacks in the air. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in because i honestly love the smell. After i was done literally smelling the air i walked down stairs and sat down in my usually chair and my wife sat a plate full of delish looking pancakes in front of me i quickly gobbled 3 big pancakes before opening the store front. I sat there in my chair staring at the door waiting for someone anyone to walk in. It is almost closing time and only like 5 people came in.

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.

After the holidays and at the same time moving to a new place and all that come with it, all I want to do is to take a vacation or relax with a hot cup of brewed tea and something really easy to make to go along with it, lucky enough for me this week the Roses Alpha Bakers baking cookie 's this week. making these cookies was so easy and fast,I had a hard time to believe so I caught myself checking the recipe several times making sure i didn 't skip any ingredients or step. to make the cookies I used unbleached cake flour as substituted, and 3 different type of chocolate all by guittard; %63 and milk chocolate chip ,rose recommended for a melt in your mouth and to subtle the sweetness from the milk chocolate chip i add 100 gram of

Sarah claimed when she was landing chowder into a cup of chowder last Friday, Charlie came up behind her and pulled her hips toward him, and began thrusting his pelvis her back side. His face was in her neck and he was making sexual noises. When he grabbed her, dropped the bowl of soup and burned her hand. According to Hannah’s testimony, although she did not see Sarah and Charlie have any physical contact, she did see Sarah with her arms up in the air and chowder on the floor and she saw Charlie standing behind Hannah, laughing. Also, Hannah once told to Sarah about her behavior of keeping bread and rolls for the table near the chowder station, and Sarah explained that she was doing this to avoid Charlie.

I played video games, yelled at my sisters, played some more video games, helped my mom out with chores, played some more video games, argued with sisters, and, surprisingly, played some more video games. After all of that, my stomach started to rumble so I decided to go get something to eat from the fridge. Arriving at the fridge, I remembered there was some spare hard boiled eggs left over from earlier in the fridge, so I decided to eat that. Now, this was when the attacked happened.

Daddy would always greet me, while I sat at the kitchen table as he had every morning. By this time, I’d be eating a bowl of Lucky Charms, the ones I’d had every morning from the time I was six until sixteen. It was my routine, like it was my Daddy’s routine to give me a knuckle sandwich, which would send my hair straight forward, knocking me off balance. He’d watch me try hard to put every strain of hair back in its place, while I tried hard to keep my attention on the television set. My mornings began the same way every day, wake up, shower, dress, have my favorite bowl of cereal, watch television until it was time for school.

As my family and I dance to the jolly music we hear beating out of the stereo in the living room, we get distracted by the sweet aroma of the tasty sugar cookies. As we wait for our cookies to complete its baking process we sip on our warm glass of creamy milk on this chilly December night. Once our cookies have come to a complete finish and we 've eaten them all, all of the children decides which gift they want to open first. There was a plethora of gifts stacked under the big green tree in sight to choose from, so it was a bit of a challenge for them. But once they felt for the biggest wrapped box, they knew that was the present to open first.