Preheat the oven to 375 degrees and line an 8” x 8” square pan with foil. Set aside. 2. To make the graham cracker crust, crush the graham crackers up and mix in the melted butter and sugar. Pour and spread the graham cracker mixture into the pan and push down to make an even layer.
Are we okay ma?” Sadie asked he mother with a curious look on her face. “We are perfectly safe Sadie, The French and Indian war was a thing of the past. The men in the town are rioting about something. Pa went to town to see what he could learn.” Ma said smiling scraping eggs onto Sadie’s plate along with the plate in front of her. John, Sadie’s brother, sped down the stairs and when he sat in his chair he began to inhale his eggs.
butter •1 c. cheddar cheese Utensils: •oven (you'll need help from your adult assistant) •1½-quart casserole dish •mixing spoon Directions: 1.Heat oven to 450°F (232°C). 2.In ungreased casserole dish, stir potatoes and sauce mix, water, heavy cream, butter, and cheese. 3.Bake uncovered for about 20 minutes or until top is light golden brown and potatoes are tender. 4.Remove from
I foolishly decided to microwave eggs to warm ‘em up. The microwave dinged, I grabbed the items within, and proceeded to the living room. On the way there I grabbed an egg, put it in my mouth, and the bit into th-POP! In a state of disarray, my mind lagged on what could have possibly happen to make that noise. While in that state, my family came in to find out what that sound was and where it came from.
I pulled open the drawer that held all knives, spoons and forks. The drawer’s guides squeak and stick in protest. I waited to see if the noise was loud enough to wake my mother. After a few seconds of silence, I still did not hear her stir. I grabbed a butter knife from the kitchen drawer and quickly pushed it back closed, hoping the speed would make less noise.
Heck, John be older than you and Henry was. He 'll be fine- you gotta cut them apron strings and let ‘em go when they is ready ta fly solo; ye caint keep ‘em in the nest forever.” They rode along in silence, for a mile or so and then Jeremiah asked, “What 'd Henry say the name of that place they was going to look for work?” “Gaylesville,” Charity replied. “He said its at the confluence of the Chattooga River and Little River. We were supposed to stay due north when we left town. He said we 'd have to go around a lake, cross the river, and then come back down some.” “Well, “ said Jeremiah with satisfaction, “I believe we has made it to the lake he told us we‘d have ta go around.” “I believe you 're right.
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
My friends have already unpacked their lunches and are admiring each other’s cooking skills. One of my friends has brought venison wrapped in bacon, and everyone’s mouth-- except mine-- is watering. I admit I am also an animal killer, but I reassure myself that a deer is much cuter than a fish. To no one’s surprise, I rip open my lunchbox and reveal my tuna and corn salad. When I first started bringing my lunch to school, my friends were disgusted by the pervasive odor, and I solemnly vowed to eat it at home instead so that I would not bother anyone with my peculiar eating habits.
José starts his routine again, only this time he puts no care into what he is doing as if he was just doing it to look normal and busy. He knows he will leave everything behind tonight, so he is just getting through the day preparing mentally. He returns home at noon to eat his lunch of dried beans and undercooked rice, he sits and eats quietly as he is alone as he always is, but there is a knock at the door and José rises up from his bed to answer it. “Hi José, may I come in?” Jesús asks already knowing the answer. “Of course” José replies.
I tried to focus on the cheese and soon realized that it was not cheese at all, but juicy yellow Habanero shavings. At this point I gazed around the room through my tears and saw my family rushing to the refrigerator to get the milk. My uncle sucked in through his teeth and said, “Michael, do you feel the endorphins?”. I shook my head and laid it down in my hands submissively and felt the sweat cover my palms. I sat at the kitchen table sucking on ice for the next hour.