The first time I experienced a new food was when I was 8 or 9. My dad had sub with black olives on it. I never tried them before, so he let have a bite of it and I hated it! I haven’t eaten it till this day, because I didn’t like it. I was seating on the couch and watched TV. My dad had just got home. The subs smelled like melted cheese. When I got my sub it had meat, American cheese, pickles, spicy mustard, and banana peppers, and lettuce. My food looked great, and tasted great, so when I saw what my dad had I asked “what is that?” He said “It is a black olives, would you like to try one.” I said yes, and when I ate it, it tasted horrible. It was gooey, and tasted like something with spice in it. My dad asked me “do you like it”
I quickly devoured it when I thought no one was looking. When I walked back to my cabin. My dad was sitting inside. Then when I went back in the cabin my dad scolded me and hit me for taking the bread, yelling furiously at me. You could have gotten us in lots of trouble he exclaimed. He then apologized and told me not to do it again. What have I come too I thought to myself.
For her, the fresh bread will only be for viewing sensation rather than tasting sensation. It reminds me of when I was 13 years old in an acrobatic school, everyone attending the school had extraordinarily strict dietary restriction. Chocolates, chips, breads, cookies and snacks were prohibited. Rice and noodle were limited to only a small amount for eating, because they are high carb and high starch food. We were only allowed low calories food to maintain our physiques even though we were extremely active and were required to practice acrobatics on a regular basis. We didn’t eat full enough every meal before our physical training, otherwise we might split food out if we ate too much. Although these snacks were my favorite, I was only through the sensory of seeing and smelling to get my stomach’s
I went out in the afternoon to do a few errands. In the middle of my errands I got hungry and was passing by my house so I stopped in to eat a snack. I had half of a giant chocolate chip cookie paired with some coconut
The next night I went grocery shopping with my father and was excited to see the jar of kosher pickles sitting on the shelf. I do not like pickles and I did not even know why they were kosher, but how could I not take advantage of a wonderful opportunity to prove to my parents that I was serious about converting.
“Momma!” I whined across the room, “I’m starving.” She always hates when I whine at her, I do it now just to grind her gears. She was lying on the couch so I laid my head on her lap and naming of foods that sounded good to me.
I arrived at my grandma’s house in bewilderment. The smell of flavored pork and freshly made red sauce wafted out of the windows and rose with the sound of laughter. The family was already there: all four of my aunts elbow deep into bowls of chicken, pork, sauces; my cousins and a couple of uncles with rolled up sleeves spreading
I was always the one to take the first bite. My first time eating frog legs was with my parents on Coney Island, I remember how much I love the taste of them. After we ate we would go on some thrilling rides, they were so much fun, and one of my favorite things to do with them was to sit on the boardwalk and watch the sunset into
Father? I said. Dad, is that your father? Mam said, Don't ask him any questions.
When they went to get the food out of the stove, on kid told them that they need something to grab it because it would be hot. They took it to the teachers to eat along with a drink. When they brought it to me, they warned me that it was hot, then they waited for me to eat the food. One of the kids told that the food would cool off if I blew on it. After I pretended to eat it, they asked me what I thought of the food.
but I cant really say that it is my favorite, i would only eat it because there wasnt anything else to eat. my little brothers however, would eat it every day if they had the chance. The pizza we would usually eat was Little Ceasers since it is cheaper than Dominoes or
I was so happy that I was finally going to be able to eat a wonderful egg McMuffin. Unfortunately I walked into McDonalds just as they changed from breakfast to lunch. I was broken inside. I was absolutely devastated. “Why me?”
pizza. My mouth still has the pasty, saucy taste of the slice in my mouth.
Did you have any food obsessions as a kid, and eat the same thing continually ?
This was new. I wasn't really sure what to make of it. My father entered my room and told me that I was not allowed to leave my room for the rest of that night and all of the next day. He did not seem to be very amused when I pointed out that I wo...
The first time I 've tried chicken fettuccine pasta was at a restaurant called Olive Garden. There I shared