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“Wow this looks so good!” I exclaimed.
I gazed at the delicious looking tortilla stuffed to the maximum. “Thank you, I spent long hours working on them, they are my family’s secret recipe.” The mom of one of the kids that lived on my street said.
I could smell the spicy scent in the air. I picked up one of the tortilla on the red plastic plate. I looked at the tortilla stuffed with all sorts of different ingredients that smelled amazing, and I took a bite. The taste was an ecstatic party to my tastebuds I could taste the meat, cheese, small vegetables and other tastes I couldn’t identify at the time, but I knew they were perfect blend with the tastes I recognized. Those were memories I keep from the block parties every year. I used to live
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I have so many memories I keep, they made me realize things and taught me how to open my eyes to the world. The girl, Sophia, she’s older than me, she had told me everything. She used to tell me about places she had been, people she met, and all in between. This had showed me the world is much different than my little two street neighborhood next to a forest in Madison, New Jersey. The brother of Sophia, Nick, is the same age as me, had shown me and taught me how to be competitive and yearn to win. Sophia is a very competitive person, so she taught me how to always want to win competitions. All the kids in our neighborhood would often play manhunt, kick the can, and other super competitive games. Sophia used to yell at me during the games, “Come on, win! Anything below first place is losing!” The words she said to me made me want to prevail. I had always felt determined like a lion who yearns to get their prey. Both Nick and Sophia have always been there for me and I am here for them too. It felt so melancholy moving away from them, I could still see Nick in school, but Sophia I wouldn’t see as much, it wouldn’t be the same knowing that they aren’t right next door. I would also miss the Esposito family, all four kids their parents, and I can’t forget about the dogs. About a year before I had moved, the Espositos got an above ground pool, we used to swim it every day
A quesadilla can be an easy and low costing college meal. Ingredients needed to make are two tortillas, corn, tomato, shredded cheese and refried beans. First, take two tortillas out of the package and butter thoroughly. Next, grill the tortillas on the George Foreman grill. This will make the tortillas crispy. After you’re done grilling put on toppings of corn, tomato and cheese onto a tortilla. Then, put the other tortilla on top of the toppings and put the quesadilla back onto the grill. Finally, take the quesadilla off the grill and put refried beans on the side. Sprinkling cheese on top of the refried beans will make a delicious dip. Have fun eating your cheap, but tasty quesadilla!
Memories of the past hold a high level of importance in shaping who we are as people. Whether it be the memories of your first time trying to swim or learning how to read, certain memories stick with us for life. The poem “The Heroes You Had as a Girl", by Bronwen Wallace, has the speaker recalling a fond memory that presents itself again later in life when a significant figure from her youth reappears. The short story “Snow", by Ann Beattie, features the writer reminiscing upon a specific memory of a winter with her past lover, despite her memory being different from her lovers. These texts both contribute to the idea that an individual's memories are significant in shaping one’s perspective because memories serve as a way to reflect on the
After an eventful night of dancing at nightclubs, I never expected to have the most flavorful tacos reach my mouth. At four in the morning we found ourselves at a small, local hole-in-the-wall where most tourists would not be caught dead at. Even though they were the greatest tacos I have ever had, what I ate most while I was there was tortilla soup. Topped with melted cheese and strips of fried tortillas I devoured a bowl from a place our friend Oscar worked at, Margarita Grille. I am not a soup person but this is something I still crave weekly, as well as the salsa they served. Fresh roasted tomatoes were crushed at our table and mixed with garlic, onions, jalapenos, cilantro and juices of a lime. A scoop of the colorful vegetables on a warm, salted tortilla chip will satisfy your taste buds and keep you going for more. Because Margarita Grille was only a couple blocks from our hotel in the “old town” of Puerto Vallarta, we ate there five or six times. Being an outdoor restaurant, there were always stray cats meandering around for scraps of dropped food. People were told not to feed them, but I think they were a pleasant reminder of being away from
Cinco de Mayo is a Mexican holiday that means fifth of May in English. It is celebrated all over the world, in many different ways. It is celebrated because it is in remembrance of the Mexican army’s victory of the 1862 Battle of Puebla during the Franco Mexican War against France. This holiday is actually just a minor holiday in Mexico, it is more celebrated in America by the more populated areas with Mexican Americans. One of the largest places in is Los Angeles, California, where it is a large party with food, dancing, parades. A lot of people get this holiday and their independence day mixed up. Their independence day is actually on September 16th. This holiday is also known as the Battle of Puebla.
Tamales are an important North and Central American food and have been around since as late as eight thousand B.C. They have an incredible and expansive history shaped by many areas and many peoples. Tamales are important culturally and ritually in a variety of places both near and far. The process of making tamales is very time consuming and has many steps that all must be attended to with care. There are many different types of tamales, which are all served in different ways. Tamales are vary important and have been since their invention. Despite all the change that has occurred in the world, tamales have remained a staple in Central American cuisine.
Then to make a long story short we fell in love, love formed on the most powerful shared trauma. We both decided we couldn't stand to live here anymore. She agreed to give up her elaborate lifestyle for something more simpler and is taking up motherhood very nicely, I could use a little work on the other hand. We both live in maryland now. Our new house is a bit bigger that the one I had at East Egg, yet still smaller than the other houses around it, but it's ours. I'm writing again, as you can see by reading this. Were taking care of Daisy and Tom’s little girl. She's not a fool, she’ll never be a fool. I love my new life, it fits me, but i'll never forget my life in new york, i mean how could anyone forget that. I'll never forget. Daisy comes to me often asking me questions I dont have the answer to
Before, I could even take note, it was already October. It was time for me to pack everything in my room, and say my final goodbyes to my family members. I was going to leave everything that meant a lot to me behind. Previously, before October, we picked up my dad from the airport so that he could help us load all of our belongings to the U-Haul truck. Lily, ‘my cousin’, (we aren’t related, she is just a very close friend who I consider family) was staying with use because she want to see her father, who was also living in Denver. My mom and dad, sister, uncle, cousin, and I all stayed at the house one last night. I remember that my sister said that all her friends gathered around my mom’s car to wave goodbye to her. Her closest friends got very emotional and they started to cry. Not only did the move affect me, it also affected my sister greatly. It was like someone had given her a punch in the stomach. By the next day, we had everything in the U-Haul truck, and it was time for me to leave my precious Vegas behind. We had now started the drive to
Jonas misses the way it was before he had memories where there was no pain or feeling, because everything was innocent. But he understands that although there was innocence nobody feels true happiness.Jonas thinks: “But he knew he couldn’t go back to that world of no feelings that he had lived in so long” (Lowry 131). Jonas wishes he could go back when everything was innocent and when he had no burden of pain, but although there was innocence the bad memories were stripped away to avoid the feeling of pain but also leaves everyone emotionless. But he knows it can never be the same again because of all the knowledge he gained from memories. He learns that memoires need to be valued, even the painful ones. Jonas feels that his community can change and things could be different. He thinks they should live in a world with memories. Jonas says: “Things could be different. I don’t know how, but there must be some way for things to be different. There could be colours [...] and everybody would have memories [...] There could be love” (Lowry 128). Jonas wishes that they could all have memories because everyone would be able to experience love. Love is one of the most important things in human life. He knows that there are bad memories, but without them, he wouldn’t be able to enjoy the good ones. Eventually, with his feelings
Cilantro Tamales isn’t a typical Mexican restaurant. Upon entering you are immediately greeted with warm smiles, and are led to a bamboo chaired table with all sorts of hot sauces and other sizzling toppings to greet you. The air is filled with spices. The cinnamon and jalapeño aromas mingle and make the mood rich. Every dish on the menu seems delicious and it is always difficult to decide what to order. I always think that any dish which I don’t try gives me the excuse to come back again. Everyone who eats at Cilantro Tamales gets to have an unlimited amount of their fresh, homemade salsa with warm, salty tortilla chips. The thick chunks of tomatoes and onions with hot peppers and cilantro make a perfect combination for anyone’s taste buds. The waiters and waitresses carry immense trays burdened by the weight of great tasting meals, and each dish has enough on it to make mountains jealous. The delicious food is not the only reason Cilantro Tamales stands out. The restaurant itself is rich with culture and flavor. All the walls are a shade of bright yellow or sun burnt orange and red, which add to the Mexican feel. On the walls are historical black and white pictures of Mexico and its people which act as cultural memories of times past. The Latin and Mexican dance music can always be heard in the restaurant. I sometimes can’t help but move to its invigorating rhythm. An interesting facet to the restaurant is the hand crafted pottery.
The time was running fast and I had a couple days left to spend some time with my family and friends. At that time I realized of people I will miss, and I wouldn’t able to meet them again. Even for my parents, it was the toughest time leaving all families and friends behind and start a new life in a new place.
My throat almost seemed to sizzle as I took a deep breath smelling spices like annatto and orégano brujo invading my senses. My first full meal was spiced chicken with arroz con pollo and a side of fried plantains, broccoli, asparagus, and carrots. Me not being a fan of spicy things was surprised to find that the spice in the chicken when mixed with the sweetness of the plantains and the sauce on the beans came together and balanced each other out so perfectly. The explosion of flavor in the food was so different from anything I’ve ever
The day I moved away, a lot of things were going through my young mind. As I took my last look at my home, I remembered all the fun times I had with my family and friends through out my life. Now I was moving 800 miles away from all of that with no insight on what lied ahead for me. As my family and I drove away from our Michigan home, I looked out the window wondering what Virginia would be, and what my friends were doing. A lot of things were going through my mind at the time. At the time my main worry was if I would make any friends, and how I would adjust to everything. During the whole drive down, my mother would often let me know that everything would be all right and I would like it. Trying to be strong and hold back my tears, I just shook my head no, wondering why we had to move so far away. Life would be different for me and I knew it would.
Old versus Modern — a comparison of literary styles and content The purpose of this assignment is to compare two books of the same genre. One book published before the 1950s, and one book published around this century. I have chosen to read two fiction books, the first one being Tortilla Flat by John Steinbeck. It was published 1935, and it is about a Mexican American man named Danny Alvarez who inherited two houses from his grandfather.
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?”
In my family, the production of tamales is an intensive assembly-line-esque task. One person lays down the boiled corn husks and spreads on a layer of thick masa. This is passed on to the next person, who applies the filling. Half of them are red chili and pork, while the other half are green chili and cheese, all residing in a neat sun on the masa. The husk is then shuffled over to the most important person of them all; the olive-placer.