So, here's the blog! I'm going to give you quite a bit of time to complete this first blog comment/response, since some of us don't have much experience with this type of forum.
Make sure that your screen name contains your real first name in it somewhere, and please include your full name and class section at the end of your comment/response.
Here's the assignment, which you have until 2 PM tomorrow to submit:
Comment on/reply to this post with a highly descriptive and detailed paragraph about one of your food experiences; if you're really on top of your game, you could write a paragraph that will end up somewhere in Essay 1. Treat this as a pre-writing exercise.
Here's an example from Louie, one of last quarter's ENGL 102 students:
Our order came. A large wooden bowl filled with organic strawberries, honey, blueberries and banana that adorned earthy, sweet granola which was just a prelude to the main event - the dark blue Brazilian Acai blended with frozen yogurt. It tasted like a cool tropical paradise. I watched her eyelids slowly close and her head tilt slightly as she inserted the spoonful of island delight. I will forever remember that night.
She was happy so I was happy, and she made my Acai bowl overflow that whole summer.
Good luck, and don't hesitate to e-mail with questions!
Whenever I think of the word "French onion soup" , I can immediately fell its taste and smell in my mouth and nose : The taste and smell of greasy-melted-cheese mixing with stewed-onion and small pieces of toasted-garlicky-bread . The soup is a little acrid and salty since it has onion as the main ingredient , but it will make you dribble the moment it get into your nose . For me , the soup has a "romantic" and unique smell and taste , just like its origin , the French (the French was considered to be the most romantic language and country). Only one spoon , and I'll bet you will hunger for more . I still remember the first time I ate it on my birthday , it felt like the world was slowing down in my eyes ( probably because I ate it too fast and everything else were too slow comparing to my action ). After that , I couldn't resist myself to eat this soup at each and every birthday's party of mine .
ReplyDelete( this is Phuong Dao from ENGL&102 at 8:00am)
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ReplyDeleteWhenever I eat granola I feel sick. Once on a week long hiking trip with my buddies, I brought a couple pounds of granola with dried strawberries. On the last day, hiking out with all of our backpacks loaded, I had finished everything but the granola. My friends and I were incredibly tired and annoyed with each other. I was feeling queasy from living off of granola and water for the past two days. Not only does my body, to this day, reject granola, but I feel impatient when I eat it. It was a really great trip, but I may never enjoy granola again.
ReplyDelete"Eating food, no matter how fancy it is or how hungry you are, without a good mood, is like torturing your stomach." That is what I had experienced from yesterday's dinner. To show that I was able to make a meal as delicious as his ex who was a chef,I prepared a real fancy dish in nervousness: fresh Sashimi blue fin Tuna OOtoro Blocks (eat raw)and Japan Tako steamed octopus with washabi which was mixed with Hong Kong vegetarian soy source and Amasu Shoga( Sweet pink pickled ginger). When the meals were served circumspectly, my boyfriend was stupefied, " 43 bucks for a lbs of blue fin Tuna? It is expensive but no price is expensive enough because this fish is going to be extincted. Don't you know that. You buy it mean you support its extinction! Anyway, I will try to eat with you. Thanks for making this anyway for me but never ever buy it again. Promise baby?" said him with critical eyes. "Okay. It is good to think about extinction stuff. Next time I will buy salmon only,"I replied clumsily in a small voice with a shame and guilty feeling for eating this fish.It was a tough dinner, and we tried so hard to give each other fake enjoyment. This made my throat become uncomfortable to swallow. The piece of blue fin Tuna become stinky with guilt;I imagined washabi like the fish's tear and ginger is its sour feeling when the fishermen killed painfully and cut it in hundred piece with a joyful eyes.I had just realized that I was so shallow for just thinking of choosing the best meat ever in the world and then turned out, it became the worst meat I have ever eaten. For now, from my heart, I enthusiastically want everyone to know that eating extinction animal meat is not the right thing to do in any occasion.
ReplyDeleteMustard. The one and only word that makes my stomach immediately turn. When I was twelve years old, I had a big fat smart mouth. I was constantly back talking to my parents, making sarcastic remarks, and always disagreeing with them just to start fights. After a while, they had enough. My parents made up this new rule: "If you back talk or say a smart alec remark to an adult, you will have to eat one tablespoon of a liquid ingredient from the fridge of our choice with your eyes closed." This threat honestly scared me. I've never been one to try new things, so the fact of someone putting a mystery substance into my mouth without my consent was just out of the question. I tried my hardest to keep my opinions to myself for a while, but one day I slipped. I don't remember what I said, but I knew it was bad. My parents ordered my to shut my eyes as they were picking out the 'punishment ingredient' from the fridge. I'll admit it, I peeked and saw my Mom reaching towards the mustard bottle. That ugly golden yellow mis-shaped bottle. I had never tried mustard, but just the sound of it made it unappealing to me. The ugly yellowish color, spreading into a big sandy looking blob as it plopped on plates. And the smell? My stomach made five knots every time I got a whiff of it. As I heard felt the tip of the spoon loaded with mustard reach my lips, I felt a little twinge on my tongue, as if I had just tasted something extremely tangy. As quickly as that spoon reached my tongue, my throat was swollen and I was developing a rash along my neck and jaw.. which of course, is not a normal reaction to a food consumed by someone. Turns out, I'm very allergic to mustard. Never again will I get even remotely close to that substance. But hey, there's a first and last time for everything, right?
ReplyDelete(Ariel Rotz - ENG102 - 8:00AM)
angel hair toscana isn't exactly the type of food I would order, especially when my stomach is in need of oily, unhealthy burgers and fries--hmm delicious. Forced into eating this dish I find odd--I quickly twirled my fork till a good amount of pasta tangled on and shoved gently into my salivating mouth. The taste was very light--the pepper in my mouth tingled, the rough melting texture of sea salt-- as I tried twirling another batch. The seasoning was a bit bland, actually, perhaps it rather intrigued both my smell and taste senses--somehow satisfying. Healthy, this is.
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ReplyDeleteA food "Pho" is one of the best foods that I tried recently. It includes beef, noodles made from rice and some vegatable ingredients. The vegatable ingredients created sweet smell and the taste of the meat made me want to eat more and more. The main thing in a bowl, noodles stimulated my tongue. Since it was very delicious, I ate my soup to the last drop. I didn't expect that this food has a great flavor and fits with my preferred styles of foods.Plus, I heard that it is a healthy food. I would recommend this food for people who would like to try healthy Asian's food or want to try some foods that have special flavors.
ReplyDeleteName : KyungSub Kim
Class : ENG 102
Time : 8a.m
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ReplyDeleteI remember that very first night in America under the yellow light bulb, in a small regular house of a small Indiana town, I had my very first American apple pie that my host mom baked for me. Never before in my life that I had had something special like this. A hot and a little crunchy crush blended with a softly sweet and gently sour taste of apple and sugar slid down through my throat from the very first bite. The world turned into a fantastic and dazzling place that might just exist in a Hallmark card. That feeling brought me back to the first time my mom treats me with cotton candy. My whole body was trembling and shaking just because I was so excited when I smelt the buttery scent coming out of the oven and hanging up in the air above my head. I was overwhelmed I must say. I felt like I would melt away just like the butter. What a wonderful combination of flavors for such a pie's recipe! I felt deeply the hospitality and warmness from my new American family as I also knew that my life was turning into a new interesting page.
ReplyDelete(Thanh Tran, ENG102)
I would like to make a correction in the 3rd sentence: "A hot and a little crunchy crust..." not "crush". (Thanh Tran)
ReplyDeleteSitting atop a grand dusty truck with the baking sun on my back and the faint burning remnants of poppy plants smell filled the air. This was the best meal I've ever had I think to myself. Pizza was shunned upon in my organization, but the processed mozzarella and fatting dough made my mouth water and forget about where I was. This was a celebration, it felt like I'd been eating packaged preserved food for months now, oh wait, i was! after awhile the high calorie beef stew, tuna and crackers, spaghetti, imitation pork rib, and so on had gotten old on my last tour. I couldn't wait to be home and safe to devour a grilled steak burrito or some other run of the mill fast food, until that inevitably go old too.
ReplyDeleteIt was just pizza, yet it seemed so much better than any pizza I'd eaten before. Maybe I liked it so much because, for the first time ever, I am the one who made it. I had made the dough, formed the crust, added the sauce and arranged cheese and pepperonis into the shape of a smiley face. Minutes later there it was in front of me. Fully baked and ready for me to enjoy the masterpiece in which my own hands created. I looked up around the closed pizzeria and smelled the remnants of my meal from the oven. As I took the first bite, I was almost expected it to taste awful, for I am not one who knows my way around a kitchen. To my surprise, it was the complete opposite. The dough was crunchy around the edges and gradually got softer as it proceeded to the middle. There was just enough sauce to where it was the main component of the pizza but didn't overwhelm the senses. This pizza was in no other words, perfect. I had made this pizza to my exact liking. The right amount of cheese, of sauce, of everything. This pizza was my pizza and it tasted exactly the way I had wanted. It was the perfect meal for a perfect evening and left me feeling nothing but satisfied and happy.
ReplyDeleteI was 14 and it was time for me to learn how to cook. My mother forcibly dragged me to the kitchen to cook a Filipino dish called tinolang manok;a chicken vegetable soup. I could already tell that this was going to be horrible. I have never cooked a full meal in my entire life. She handed me all the ingredients I needed, chicken, garlic, onion, ginger, some vegetables and seasonings. She told me to chop the chicken in pieces while I just stared at it. The smell of raw chicken and the thought of cutting it made me pause for a good five minutes but eventually, I did it. I had already messed up my mom told me. And I know it wont be the last I would make a mistake trying to make this meal.
ReplyDeleteArched Cabrera
English 102
10 AM
"Grannys cookin', so you might as well bring your fat ass over," my nephew who is 4 months older than me says in our short phone conversation. I laugh and tell him to shut up as I put my coat and shoes on to head out the door. when I set the house alarm and close the front door, my nephew begins to yell at me, "thats a shame Sasha! You dont even know what she is cookin' and your greedy self is already walkin'!" Im already half way there when I finally ask what is on the menu. Baked Duck, chicken, Greens, and macaroni & cheese. I told my nephew that granny was "switching" it up in the kitchen and I couldnt wait to try the duck. "I bet your fat ass cant," my nephew mumbles on the phone. "Just come open the goddamn door," I yell at him while walking through the yard to the door. of course when I enter, Granny greets me with a loud "hey Suga! I know you came over here to get some of this good shit i whipped up huh?!?" And she was totally right. the smell of grease, heat, and meat sizzling sent my taste buds on fire. From the moment I stepped foot in her house, I knew that trying baked duck for the first time from her kitchen would turn out to be the best day of my life.
ReplyDelete*Sasha Simpson; 8am ENG 102*
It took us one hour to find the Moroccan restaurant that we were looking for. A very good friend of mine recommended me to try this cuisine because he also comes from Morocco. Our first order was the famous couscous, which came along with the Moroccan tea. The couscous granules spreaded on the plate with a chicken breast and vegetable stew on the top looked absolutely amazing. One plate was enough for two people, however, as we did not know, finally we ate dinner for eight. Moreover, the decoration of the restaurant also contributed to the real "Moroccan" atmosphere. That dinner belongs to one of the most favorite food experiences in my life.
ReplyDeleteI still remember the first time I ever tried Fried Cheese Dumplings I had been hanging out with my close friend Silvia and her friend Kelly. When I took my first bite of the cheese dumpling, after I dipped it in the delicious sweet and sour sauce. The fried cheese dumplings left me craving for more because it was just that delicious. Honestly no word I use seems to do this yummy, spectacular appetizer any justice but I will do my best to describe my experience with it. The fried cheese dumplings are fried and have a creamy center; it does not taste like cheese it has this special flavor to it. It honestly felt like I was eating heaven and I could just eat like a billion orders of these appetizers.
ReplyDeleteMellissa wong
English 102
8 Am class
I love freshly squeezed orange juice when I have a cold. Especially when I have a scratchy coughy throat. The cool o.j. with its acidity contrast against my fever, lowers temperature. I love the way the pulp slimps down my throat with every gulp. I needs some now.
ReplyDeleteMark Goitia
8am
ZOE
ReplyDelete“Finally after waiting so long for the wings they finally came. Before I even opened the box, I could smell the sweet, succulent goodness of these wings. As I opened the box I seen these small but big wings dipped in sticky, sweet, dark, tangy honey BBQ sauce that just made me smile even before I took a bite. Once it came time to eat, I was hesitate because they just looks so delicious that I was afraid to eat them, but I soon slowly pick up a wing and brought it close to my mouth to eat it. I started eating, closed my eyes, and felt a sweet warm sensation; satisfaction running through my body which made me develop brought me to a "sweet & savory high" instead of a "sugar high". My thoughts were endless, I was speechless and that day was the best day of my life".
Corn is sacred to the people of the southwest and Saturday morning breakfast always included corn; Blue corn hemp pancakes, tamales, and a side of calabasita's (corn and squash.) I craved this every day but it was only served on Saturday's (thank goodness.) The dish was so delectable like the sunset's in Arizona everything arranged on my plate without thought. I always started with my tamale; made with the obvious delicate touch of a mama, filled with love and doused in sweet and spicy homemade red sauce topped off with cheddar, fresh picked cilantro, and jalapeno's. The blue corn hemp pancakes were the absolute best! A handful of petite blue pancakes served with butter and warm maple syrup, each bite had a little bit of grittiness that the corn provided; all these harmonious flavors only the sunshine, the land, and the southwest could ever capture in a breakfast dish.
ReplyDeleteIt’s been over a day since I have eaten anything. Now, here I was staring down on this biggest round plastic red bowl of hot meal that I have ever held. The smell makes my mouth watered as the hot air rise and hit my face. Looking into this gigantic bowl of food was the delighted steamed white rice with green melon chicken soup. I devour that simple meal; it was better than anything I ever had. My eyes were way bigger than my stomach. After finish that whole meal, it was too much for my little self so I had to sit back and waited out for it to digest down before I could stand up to move around.
ReplyDelete(Van Nguyen. Eng 102-10am)
The first few months of living on my own were filled with enough top ramen, quesadillas, pasta and takeout to make my head spin. I began to realize my vast lack of appreciation for coming home each night to a kitchen filled with the smell of a homecooked meal. Pots on the stove steaming and bubbling, piles of multicolored vegetables waiting on the cutting block and the warm glow of the oven have begun to take a special place in my heart, as is each and every time I venture back across the Puget Sound for a solid, complete meal at my mother's. Dinner is followed by my favorite dessert, brownie a la mode from the island's ice cream parlor and some quick catching up before my departure back to the city
ReplyDeleteI was eight years old when I first went to the market with my Uncle. I remember this event clearly because two weeks ago my Uncle took my family to the countryside and we met a young lady soon to be his wife. Anyway, it was noon and I walked fast to keep up with him. At 12:00 pm we entered a small shop and he ordered a smoothie, but I went with ice cream. Yes, ice cream is too sugary and an healthy, but it tasted sweetly good. I mean it was perfect. The first spoonful I took melt in my mouth effortlessly. My entire body cooled down as each spoonful passed down my throat and heads for my stomach. I felt relaxed. However, I am a shamed to say that I don’t remember the reason why we went to the market. I only remember the glare of the sun and getting shots of cool breeze after every spoon.
ReplyDelete(Ahmed Siyad 8:00 am class)
I used to hate plain white rice. My primary encounters with plain rice made me believe it couldn't get any better than too dry and burnt towards the bottom, or too wet and sticky and mushy. Rich sauces and vibrant flavors had to be poured and piled onto the bland foundation. It was a carrier for other foods and I was better to do without to avoid the extra calories.All these misconceptions changed the day I successfully learned to cook plain white rice for myself. My teacher was like a dance instructor in how he showed me to swish my hand and fingers through the rice until the water became clearer and clearer with each rinse. The milky liquid carefully poured off the grains carried clinging starch down the drain. My teacher was like a chemist in how he taught me to take precise measurements of rice and water and not to let the water boil for more than a minute before leaving it to simmer over the lowest blue flame of the gas stove. 20 minutes of careful low blue flame simmer and the gas gets turned off, the lid is slowly lifted, and the rice is stirred then spooned into a bowl. And then eaten. Eaten with chopsticks because it has been cooked and cared for so that each grain has expanded and reached out to the other grains in a communal bond of perfection. A perfect just sticky enough texture allows two wooden sticks to collect a small clump and carry it all the way to my mouth without dropping one bit. My tongue could feel each piece and taste the flavor with each smush of rice between my teeth. No sauce was needed to satisfy my awakened pallet, the only satiable addition to my rice bowl was more rice. I could stomach eating so much more because the rice-training washed away the clinging starch and the bland memories of poorly prepared rice.
ReplyDeleteWhen my first American breakfast arrived at the table, I was surprised to see seasoned cubed potatoes on my plate. "Potatoes for Breakfast?", but I gave it try anyways. They were nice and crispy from the outside, and deliciously flavored with rosemary and a pinch of salt. Of course, that wasn't all I had, my dish consisted of scrambled eggs with ham, green peppers, and cheddar cheese, as well as a side of sourdough toast, which I smeared with the best jam I've ever tasted, sweet sinful raspberry. It was strange at first, but I quickly adjusted to my new favorite morning ritual, which usually included potatoes, bacon, and eggs (until I realized how bad that is to have every morning...)
ReplyDelete(Claudia S. 8:00am class)
I remember the delight in my eyes as my aunt brought her famous homemade spaghetti to the dinning table. I wasn’t really a fan of her greasy spaghetti with over seasoned sauce as much as the rest of the family, but after fasting for more than eight hours I was ready to eat anything. As I took my first bite I tasted the warm, slippery buttery pasta, with a sweet but tangy sauce. I don’t know if it was the hunger but that was the best spaghetti I have had.
ReplyDeletekhadija Abdalla
eng 102
Reading this post reminds me of a beautiful dinner with my parent. It was the night right before I came to America. My mom decided to cook the sour and spicy soup which is the favorite food of everybody in my family. The soup was a little bit sour and spicy that after I ate a spoon, I feel warm, comfortable inside like I was hugged by my mother. I was grown up with this soup and each spoon of it reminds me a beautiful memory that I and other people in my family have. It was a year since the day I came to America but I could remember exactly that night like it just happened yesterday. To me, that bowl of soup is the best food I ever had.
ReplyDeleteKhanh Phan
Engl 102 -8AM
This is my actual screen name (ignore the screen name deutschdroid) I was logged in on the wrong account, thanks
ReplyDelete(Claudia S. 8:00am class)
I should start off by mentioning that I am a pizza junky. If you came across my yelp account you would see it mostly consists of pizza joint critiques. I don't like pizza because of the more popular reasons, but because of it's simplicity and ability to disguise itself with almost any topping and still remain delicious. Last summer while I was still living in Sacramento, ca I discovered that a new place called Pizza Rock was having it's grand opening. I made sure to be there opening night and I was pleased to see the punk rock decor and array of wood burning stoves. I knew right away to order the Roma II because it was authentic Italian and contained goat cheese and caramelized onions, my favorite! After a 20 minute wait our pizza masterpiece was set before us. Toasted to perfection and steaming hot sat heaven before me. After one bite I could say that Pizza Rock would receive a rave review from me on yelp.
ReplyDeleteJennifer Macomber 8-850 class eng 102
The first American style food I have ever tried is pizza and it is also the only food in America that I can eat regularly. I just came to America 7 months ago so I can't adapt to the food here. I often go to Vietnamese restaurant and Vietnamese market to have meals and I prefer cooking at home by myself than having fast-food. But when I tried pizza, it changed my habit. Now I have breakfast with pizza everyday.
ReplyDeleteThe first impression when I tried pizza is the taste of cheese. It is unique, very different from Vietnamese food. Cheese made everything become delicious and I felt addicted to it. Other spices make pizza more attractive to the guest. From potatoes, sausages to chili, peppers, onions, they together made your tongue crazy and you can't stop eating.
Now I have pizza everyday. I often buy freezing pizzas at the supermarket and sometimes I go to Domino's to have a big pizza with my friends. To me, pizza is the most delicious food of America.
Tue Dinh Tran, Eng102 - 8AM
P.S: I'm really sorry because I turned this post late. I didn't read Mrs. Moir's email carefully so I forgot it until my friend told me this evening.
"Noooo-ummm!!!" My mother's voice was dramatic and emphatic, with an edge of hoarse gruff-ness. Imagine a church organ played through an exhaust pipe. "This. Is. The best. Stir fry. EVER."
ReplyDeleteIt had been somewhat satisfying to make it. The chopping and shredding and sauteing and grating had given my hands something to do. Slicing through the clean crisp green pepper, the concentrated nugget potency of raw garlic, the onions, the soft cushiony pillows of mushrooms, and the thin buttery film of tofu had helped me feel useful. Dancing back and forth from the stove top to the big wooden kitchen table, I had felt alert and wake. The potency efficacy of my actions cut through the haze I usually felt coming back to the home I had grown up in. I was no longer a spaced-out waif. Perhaps it was the diet coke which had given me the edge I had needed to pierce the fog of pot smoke my mom repeatedly exhaled from her glass pipe while I'd been preparing our feast.
I was capable enough to save us the money and awkwardness of going out to some suburban "family restaurant." Most importantly, my childhood-- I had somehow survived it.
The first time I ate pomegranits was probably when I was 22. I remember buying one partly out of curiousty. I sat on my faded couch as I sliced it open with a knife. It revealed a bright set of little red seeds,I was told that you were only suppossed to eat the seeds. I dug my little fingers into the tiny nests and dug them out. I ate one and remeber it exploding against my teeth.
ReplyDeletenote Cherished ease= Shauna Starcher...I'm not sure what I did to make it post like that...
ReplyDeleteThe potato burrito is a curious thing, often met with skepticism; my first experience with it was hesitant to say the least. Questioning such a curious meal is understandable however, when you peruse the menu and see things like marinated carne asada-- or carnitas, even chipotle chicken; it becomes difficult to understand why anyone would want something seemingly unrelated to mexican food. But after that first bite, you fully understand why people order the potato burrito over the others. the tender roasted potatos coupled with fried pieces of potato skins, lettuce, tomato, saute'd onions, all slathered in some kind of special "potato sauce". I never thought i could enjoy a vegetable more than a piece of meat, but if any meal gave meat a run for it's money-- it was the potato burrito.
ReplyDeleteThere are some delicacies that you find in your high school cafeteria that are better being hurled through the air, aimed at your friend's face, than they are being eaten. Nobody really knows just how a food fight begins, but they have the power to turn teenagers back into infants for a few spontaneous minutes. To see a burrito soar through the air in slow motion, a comet-like trail of something claiming to be cheese flowing behind it, is enough to turn anyone back into a kid. The real payout is when you hit your target, and it explodes on someone like a bean and meat filled pinata.
ReplyDelete(David Cook 10am)
The crisp and crunchy pork skins, the amazingly sweet and tangy chicken adobo, and the hot and comforting rice soup are just some of the things that make me miss home and my Filipino grandmother. From being a picky eater as a child, I felt thanks to my grandmothers attitude to enjoy your food and eat has helped me to enjoy all foods no matter how weird or different they are. The fondest moments of me being a child with my grandmother is every time I sat down to eat with a empty plate she would fill it and when I mean fill it be
ReplyDeleteCause she felt like I was scrawny. She would fill it with pounds of rice mixed with the stew that always comes with all of her meals. All of these stews would just duck up all of the air until you knew that there was Filipino food cooking in the kitchen ( which my mother hated being the more Americanized Filipino).
Dylan Bachman
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Sorry for the late reply I couldn't find this on my email.
the first time i tried the 'Conji' in china town reminded my childhood back at my house. Conji is the food from china, that basically made with rice and boiled water. In my country, korea, we make it little differently and call it as 'Juk'. Especially my mom's receipy of Juk was without any meats but vegetables. When i was child i hated it because of the plain taste of it. Whenever i was sick, my mom gave me Conji instead of meals with rice, so that i can digest better.
ReplyDeleteBut as having first sip of Conji in chinatown, i juss couldn't forget it after all. I'm still going chinatown once a week to have Conji. The taste from old time.. the taste from my memories.. the taste of my mother's love..
( English 102, 10:00am class, Giyeon Jung)
One of the most amazing food I had ever tried was cheese. I love cheese; blue cheese, goat cheese and any types of stinky cheese. Do you kno what goes great with the stinky cheese? Cured meat: salami, pepperoni and yummy ritz crackers. There are not a lot of people who understoodthe specialty of stinky cheese. The milky texture and the unique taste fermented flavor. Put your nose and smell the mole can either raise the hair on your back or smell like the garden of Eden. It wasn't just the salty milk taste that got me intrested. It was the textured that reminded me of warm love from my significant. He was the one that showed me the experience that I might miss if I never give it a chance. Cheese reminded me not judge because of the appearance. But it was something close to heaven that I have ever tried.
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ReplyDelete102 10AM
(I wasn't able to retrieve my google account id and it was very confusing I think I am ok now)
I love Sour Patch Kids. The bursting sting of sour errupting in my mouth before the smooth and steady relief of sweet takes over to protect my screaming taste buds. Running my tougne over the gooey shaped children that will never see a happy ending as most children do in fairy tales. These children are long since doomed to lives churning inside the stomache wall. Red ones, green ones, yellow (if I'm feeling brave). I want there to be a blue one. I embrace all colors. I make inter-racial couplings and find the taste the most exhausting but bitter-sweet success. Red and yellow go well together as the all too bitter yellow punches my mouth and the red swoopes in to break us apart. I wouldn't know what I'd do without sour candy. I would probably eat carrots.
March 7, 2010, just fresh off the plane, I stopped at McDonalds to order a McDonald number 7, double quarter pounder with cheese. As the burger was presented in front of me, the smell of grilled beef that invaded my nostrils was intoxicating to my exhausted body. But before I could indulge myself, I first picked up the top bun and removed all the vegetable inside, leaving only the beef, the buns, and the cheese. To me, that was a perfect combination. Holding it gently in my hand, I could feel the grilled beef through the delicate buns. Couldn’t wait for another seconds, I took my first bite - my first taste of America. It was heavenly. The meaty flavor of beef, the melted taste of cheese along with slightly sweet buns mixed together and resonated my mouth like Mozart symphony. There was a feeling of pure joy and delight originated from my mouth and spread to every fiber of my entire body. In that moment, I couldn’t care less about anything going on around me; there’s only me and my McDonalds number 7. Even as I swallowed, the savory sensation still lingered in my tongue. The first bite was soon followed by a second, a third... After only 2 minutes, there was no trace of the burger left on my hand.
ReplyDeleteName: Dat Bui
Class: ENG 102
Section: 10 A.M
It was a frigid spring’s eve as I hunkered over my computer trying to find something that would force emotion out of my insipid day. Like a sniper in Nam, I scoped out the internet patiently for something, anything to rouse my senses. Nothing came, I had to search elsewhere. Sat up, and found myself downstairs peering into a food library. An orange with hints of redness settled on its skin had caught my attention. This is what I’d been looking for. I sliced it in half and was delighted to see that it did not follow the norm of other oranges. This orange, was not orange, but red. A blood orange they call it, a mutant fruit that defies its name. It seemed a mere novelty until I had my first bite. It combined the flavors of pomegranate and mandarin orange. As it turned out, this was the best possible combination of fruits and it instantly rose to my number one spot for tastiest morsel. The citrusy sweet tang formed a bond with my taste buds like that of a mother and child. Nature was her name, she held me close that night, now love is an emotion that’s only a bite away.
ReplyDeleteI can still recall the night dining at Cheesecake Factory in Hawaii, eating my farfalle while enjoying the scent of the ocean.
ReplyDeleteIt was a chicken farfalle with bow pasta, the smell of roasted garlic already conquered my nostrils. Mushrooms, tomatoes, peas, pancetta and onions covered with snowy looking garlic cream sauce. Everything was just perfected together, the look and the taste. I cannot help but to realize how excited I was to take the first bite of it. I started to chew slowly, it was great. The onions were caramelized which tasted perfectly with the roasted garlic creamy sauce. The bow pasta was just fine, not too hard and not too soft. And the garlic creamy sauce covered chicken was so juicy that it even added more essence into the meal. It was my best day ever.
Yingyi Ma, ENG102, 10AM
ReplyDeleteIt was last Sunday since I came to America to eat the best food which I think was organic. I was staying with my friend and he left me home and went for work. He came back with a food which smells perfect. He tries to explain the food and he said, “This is Italian pasta and they cook with meat and cheese”. I said, I never eat cheese in my live and I was afraid this will make me feel stomachache. He said, “Take a try and tell me how it tastes”. I start eating the pasta which they call lasagna and it was great. I finished the plate all alone and asked my friend where he brought this taste good and who made it because I want to learn and cook for my family.
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ReplyDeleteI'd always preferred breakfast over the other meals of the day. Lunch was too cheap and boring and dinner had too much gravy. Unfortunately, I rarely had time in the mornings for breakfast. This is why I found myself at a breakfast restaurant one morning. I had placed an order for a stack of three buttermilk pancakes, two British style sausages, two yellow eggs (scrambled), crispy hash browns, a juicy slice of ham, and a regular old coffee. I looked at all the sauces already on the table while I waited for my order. Blueberry sauce, maple syrup, pecan sauce... I was probably more excited to make use of these than to eat the food itself. When my food finally came, I was tossing around salt and sauces and pepper so much I looked like I was creating a work of art. Salt went on the hash browns, also on the eggs along with some hot sauce, hot sauce which also went on the ham, and then whichever sauce I could grab first is what would drape my pancakes. The salt went great on the hash browns, making it taste like the world's largest french fry. The salt on the eggs gave it a slightly bitter but welcoming kick, as if it was a warning to the onslaught brought on by the hot sauce. Moving onto the ham, I was convinced hot sauce would work well on anything. Should I perhaps put some on my pancakes? No, that's insanity. Maybe next time. The pancakes were the big finale to my meal. I bite into it, it turned out I'd poured strawberry sauce all over it. It was spongey and wonderful. Every bite would squeeze out the strawberry sauce that had soaked into it. It was like opening a food present wrapped in food.
Daniella Bayley
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As I push my way through the final stalls of the crowded Tel Aviv shuk my favorite lunch destination appears in sight. I quickly cross the busy intersection bustling full of shoppers and tourists and finally make it onto the quiet side street of Shenkin. As soon as my feet hit the uneven sidewalks I know the grumbling in my stomach will soon meet its match. Falafel on Shenkin is the falafel joint, the one I have so loyally returned to every year with my pilgrimage to Tel Aviv. I order a falafel be'pita, or falafel in a pita. I watch as the older gentleman with weathered hands carefully crafts my falafel to my exact liking. With the exchange of fifteen shekels my finished falafel is slid into the sac, into the bag, and into my hands. I feel the warm contents of my sac as I add pickled cabbage and spicy pickles to my concoction. I take a seat at the bar, which is really the only place to sit in the 6 feet by 10 feet shack that is Falafel on Shenkin. As I take the first bite I feel the sense of familiarity and home as my tastebuds dance to the rhythm of ground chickpeas, hummus, and pickled cabbage. I think to myself as I stare into the mirror in front of me that maybe it was put there to catch the dribbling tahini as it escapes the pita pocket and slides down the side of your mouth. Looking at myself as I take a third and fourth bite i know that this is where I belong...with a mouthful of falafel and tahini dripping down my face.
"Your limiting what you can eat!", "I couldn't survive without cheese.", "We evolved to eat meat." or "I just don't think about it."...... These are all the trivial or sometimes attacking responses from people when they discover that I'm vegan and that I would rather enjoy a nice bowl of brown rice and coconut curry tofu and angel eggplant, rather than a burger. Bless my catholic Phillipino mother's heart when she offers me a pepsi and asks "can you still drink this?" Yes I can still drink pepsi mom. It seems as though most of the criticisms from people who claim that I'm limiting myself have never even heard of falafel, cherry sage tofu scrambles, quinoa, banh mi sandwiches, grilled plantains w/ cashew curry, and broccoli miso chowder. When someone's base diet is what is advertised in chain restaurant and fast food commercials, who's really limited? I don't care if you supposedly can't survive without cheese, the cow can certainly survive without being a product for consumption. Vegetarians have some pretty spineless morals when it comes to dairy versus their reasons for avoiding meat. If you fall into the camp that eating meat is natural then I say to you to kill your own meat, because eating pizza hut is not natural. The most honest response would be from people who "don't think about it." They don't think about the eggs and meat in their refrigerator as part of an end result of total barbaric treatment of a living being. They don't think about the psychological affects of workers in industrial farms detachment from their sensitivity as humane person's as they have to commit brutal acts upon animal after animal on an assembly line of murder so that a nation of protein obsessed mouth-breathers can have an over abundance of food to waste. I would rather have my vegan pot pie with hearty seasonal vegetables decked out in a mushroom gravy, followed by fruit ambrosia swimming in coconut creme surrounded by my family and friends, both human and non human!
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ReplyDeleteI still remember my first food when I was twelve years old. My mother cooked sweet potatoes, rice with coconut milk, vegetables salad,cat fish, fried plantain and juice made with a tropical fruit called maracuya with ice. When I saw the sweet potatoes my mouth was filled with water,and my eyes were open more than usual. The sweet potatoes smell as a cany bar. The rice with coconut milk taste as marshmallow, and I could imagine a coconut fruit falling down from the tall palm of the coconut tree. The salad was made with vegetables and the corn made it sweet and salty at the same time making the taste more delicious and appealing to my mouth. The cat fish that is my favorite sea food, was made with green onion,cilantro,yucca, garlic and flavor. I could smell the aroma of the tropical dish from the Pacific Ocean of Colombia called sacocho of fish. It was sweet,salty and soft at the same time as the air that came from the sea. The fried plantain with a crunchy taste is another of my favorite meal, and even today I need it in order to have a complete meal; speciallly when I cook fish. The juice that was made with a tropical fruit called maracuya has a incredible and delicious taste that I have never tasted again inthis country because it is a tropical fruit, and I miss it.
Ana Valencia
Englis 102
I exactly don’t remember the day, but it was last year around 12 pm when I got out off my last class of the day. I was quite hungry, but I ignored it and run to the library while my stomach is miserably growling. I sat at the computer lab and though of some where where I can go and get some food eat. However, nothing came across my mind. Eventually one of my “food lover friends” came and asks me if I can come with her and get something to eat. I felt like my whole soul was energized when she mentioned “food”. We immediately left the compass and she took me to this Japanese restaurant where I get astray over choosing on what to get from the menu. I started running my finger all tasty with over the menu for so long deciding on which one to get because they all seem delicious. I finally gave it up on her and asked her to choose it for me. She then asked me if I like vegetables in noodles and I said “ofcourse”, she then ordered “chicken yakisoba” for me. I immediately like the name “chicken yakisoba” and I deliberated that it will be delicious, tasty and mouth-watering. I hardly waited until my food arrived. I have never tested “chicken yakisoba” before , but when the waiter brought my food it smells so “yummy “ and so colorful noodles with stir fried veggies , chicken and sweet special kind of source that I couldn’t wait to eat. I appreciate how excited I was to take the first bite of this tasty and colorful “yummy” food. It was full of flavor and delicious I started chewing bit by bit, perfectly testy and it was good. Until to this day, I always go there and eat lunch from that restaurant with my friends.
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English 102
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