Every year on March 17, my mom works from home so a combination of corned beef, cabbage, carrots, onions, and broth can slowly cook in a crock pot all day, the smells fusing into the walls. Later on she makes mashed potatoes and toasts one or two loaves of Irish soda bread. When St. Patrick 's Day is on a school day, I come home, stand in the middle of our living room, and inhale the aromas, letting them fill my heart with comfort. When it is time to eat, my sister and I build sandwiches, stacking nearly everything in between two pieces of soda bread. The sandwiches are so huge that we make a game of seeing who can eat without it collapsing.
A little weird but definitely good.” From that Saturday afternoon when my jaw just about hit the floor, to this day, I still grab the ranch bottle when Pizza is on the menu. I follow the same steps as Jenna; pour that little pool of ranch on the side of my plate and dip a corner in before taking a bite. Although I was a bit confused and a little disgusted right away, I learned that ranch and pizza tasted like nothing I had ever tasted. In a good way, that is. This experience taught me that although something may not look good on the outside, it might be one of the best things on the
Me and Mom start serving the pasta, pouring a little on each white plate. Instead of smelling like burnt flour it starts to smell like a warm, buttery soup cooking. Thankfully Mom’s recipe tasted (and looked) much better than mine and we were able to eat lunch in peace. Later at dinner Mom shares the news to Dad about my macaroni mess. I could honestly care less, I was just glad it was over with.
We all hopped into the van with our jackets, rubber boots, and many other things that would help us be fit to get all dirty and have fun. Dad said “ Are yall buckled up and ready to groove?” That 's when our great adventure started. We all sat down to supper starving from a big day of fun. We all were loud and obnoxious, then Mark came in and said “Everyone settle down we need to pray.” All of us got very quiet while Mark said the prayer, after it was done Janey got up and handed the platter of freshly cooked hamburgers to us and said now pass it around. There was corn on the cob, cooked carrots, hamburger buns, and fresh strawberries picked right from the garden.
CAMPING TRIP Have you ever been so scared because you almost lost your finger? Well I have. One day during summer almost every one from my dad’s side of my family came camping with us. Everyone brought something like snacks and all the other good stuff, but when my aunt came she made us eat vegetables so when she wasn 't looking I through those nasty things into the lake! But when we went down to the lake for a swim she was watching my little cousins but when she went to put down her stuff she saw pieces of carrots and broccoli.
Last Saturday, I tried and failed to convince my father to change his diet. My effort’s began when my Father and I went shopping together. After we had finished looking for a good used car to replace his old Nissan, he offered to take me to lunch. I agreed and suggest a nearby restaurant that is known for it’s fresh salads and homemade soup’s. My father laughed and insisted that we go to his favorite barbecue place.
Spices imported from Asia like salt, black pepper, and even some cinnamon enhanced the cooking by giving mouthwatering taste to the meat. For an entertainment dish option, Lady Macbeth went was far as to capture and cook a peacock which was a stunning addition to this multi-course meal. As a side, even though it is considered less proper, one of Macbeth’s cook went down to the river to catch fish and smoke it providing rich diversity amongst the meats Lady Macbeth had chosen to cook. Along with this great display of meats, Lady Macbeth also prepared many vegetable dishes. From tasty red-purple carrots to cabbage, this meal was quite obviously fit for a King.
I didn 't have a good feeling in my stomach about this but I thought maybe maybe it was the sun and a full tummy. Once we had made it to Walmart we made our way from isle to isle grabbing lots of things to munch on for the week to come. I specifically remember fruity pebbles for some odd reason. So after getting all the groceries we needed for the week we decided to go look at the plants since it was almost that time of year to plant a garden. I started to wonder like most 5-7 year olds do.
In our country, even saying hello to a stranger walking down the sidewalk is uncommon. Later on in the day, we had our first meal. The cooks and staff treated the meal they prepared for us as a feast, even though it was very simplistic consisting of only canned meat and ramen noodles. Over dinner, I began to recognize the Haitian love for conversation. They were so intrigued with everything that I had to say, comprehending my words and creating an engaging response, despite their broken English.
After, they add the grill beef and the green sauce it starts to look like a small model of a grassy meadow. The green sauce tastes like a light, medium blend of jalapeno and green tomatoes giving it that at home taste of when my mother cooks. Lastly, they add strings of a cut lettuce with a final touch of shredded cheese and by the time you receive your plate the cheese has already melted and if you’d like a choice of sour
Trust me when I say you need to take it down from the shelf, dust it off and put it to use. Crock pots are a great way for busy folks like you and me who don’t have a lot of time in the evenings to make dinner. I use mine all the time for easy weeknight dinners. Everything from slow cooked meats to vegan soups to vegetarian chilis. I throw in all the ingredients in the morning or afternoon and head off to teach
Thanksgiving is just about here. You know, that one day a year where we break out our stretchy pants and stuff our faces until we 're on the verge of suffocation. More importantly, the day is about giving thanks surrounded by the ones you love. As we crowd around the dinner table with our family and friends, those who follow a vegertarian or vegan diet often are left with little to no options. Nearly all the dishes are laced with chicken stock or turkey which are obvious no-gos.
They burn wood for heat, to bake the pizza. I would give them a 7/10 because the cheese always came off the crust. Regardless of that, the pizza was delicious with the fries the waiter kindly got from a nearby fast food place. After eating, we planned for the family friends to visit us. My mom was sick the day before, therefore ended up calling for a cancellation.
This whole genre project was focused on “Food Waste in America”. I emphasized specifically on edible foods that do not even get to reach the dinner table. The claim in this genre is to show how much healthy food in the United States is throwing away. This idea was generated from when I worked at Raising Canes Dodge Street. I worked there for two months, and within that time frame, I witnessed at two buckets of perfectly good chicken tossed out at the end of the day.