The macadamia nut cookie is soft and warm. Probably too warm to eat but for those who can’t wait, exhaled “ahhs” are heard throughout the room as people try to eat the cookie without burning their tongues. The cookie is still very malleable when I pick it up, forcing my other hand to catch it as it splits in half, revealing the warm gooey center. The aromatic sweet smell fills the room, inviting people to come and eat it. The cookie tastes sweet yet at the same time due to the macadamias, contains a slightly salty flavor. This balance of sweet and salty enhances the taste bringing out the rich flavor within the cookie. The macadamias give it a tropical feel, taking me to the islands of Hawaii, where the macadamias are grown. The cookie …show more content…
Myself, my mother, my sister, and my Grandma all sit around the table, with cards fanned out in our hands along with an assortment of more cards strewn across the olive-green tablecloth. We hear a ding from the oven and my sister excitedly throws down her cards and runs over to the oven, flinging the door open. The smell of freshly baked cookies fills the room. My grandma gets up, who is quickly joined by my mother and I, as we take the cookies out of the oven to let them cool off. After fanning the cookies off, we all take a bite and are mesmerized by the flavor. There is something about a grandmother’s cooking that is impossible to replicate. I remember the fact that my grandma has been eating macadamia nut cookies since she was little, and then my mother, and now I am able to experience food from the Hawaiian Islands while I am on Staten Island, on the other side of the country. My grandma makes Hawaiian food from the ingredients that our relatives living in Hawaii send to us. Often sending food back-and-forth is the main way that my family communicates: through special care-packages of food that can’t be obtained anywhere else. Whenever I eat a macadamia nut cookie, it’s like I’m with my family across the country and the
An average human will eat almost 19,000 chocolate chip cookies in their lifetime. And the great person who let us have all those cookies, is the person that invented it, which is Ruth Wakefield. But, did you ever think about how it was before that cookie was invented? Probably not, the chocolate chip cookie, started so many other inventions. Imagine life without chocolate chip cookies, we would miss so much more than just than the one treat. Your last chocolate chip cookie probably wasn´t very long ago, that´s why you will be interested in this topic. Today I am here to convince you that Ruth Wakefield, the creator of the chocolate chip cookie, needs to memorialized for her invention. In my speech today I will cover why Ruth Wakefield should
Off, Carol. “Bitter Chocolate: The Dark Side of The World’s Most Seductive Sweet” Random House, Toronto, Canada. 2006. Print.
As I picked up a cookie and blew on it, the hot chocolate chip on top got stuck on the tip of my fingers. I licked off the melted chocolate chip on my fingers and took a little bite into the rich soft chocolate chip to fully enjoy it. The smell of the chocolate chip cookies filled the air in the small kitchen then eventually escaped into the living room.
of life in both my mother and father’s villages in Italy. My grandmother often told stories of how food
In Chang Rae Lee’s essay “Coming Home Again," he uses food as a way to remember the connection he had with his mother. Food was their bond. As a child, he always wanted to spend time in the kitchen with his mother and learn how to cook. Much later, when his mother became sick, he became the cook for the family. “My mother would gently set herself down in her customary chair near the stove. I sat across from her, my father and sister to my left and right, and crammed in the center was all the food I had made - a spicy codfish stew, say, or a casserole of gingery beef, dishes that in my youth she had prepared for us a hundred times” (164). He made the food like his mother did and it was the lessons that his mother was able to pass onto him. These lessons of cooking were like lesson he learned in life. He recalls the times where growing up, he rejected the Korean food that his mother made for American food that was provided for him, which his father later told him, hurt his mother. After that experience, he then remembers how he came back to Korean food and how he loved it so much that he was willing to get sick from eating it, establishing a reconnection to who he was before he became a rebellious teenager. Kalbi, a dish he describes that includes various phases to make, was like his bond with his mother, and like the kalbi needs the bones nearby to borrow its richness, Lee borrowed his mother’s richness to develop a stronger bond with her.
Opening the refrigerator door, I locate two ingredients: eggs and butter. Grabbing the ingredients, I place them on the island sitting vertically in the middle of my rectangular kitchen. I then walk around the island to a cabinet to find baking powder and vanilla extract. Scanning and searching through all the spices and other items, I see the desired components. Finally, I walk across the kitchen to a cabinet standing high on my tippy toes because the protruding countertop makes the cabinet hard to reach. In this cabinet, I find the flour and sugar. I examine all of the goods on the island. The ingredients needed for a sugar cookie recipe, I have made countless times for the last five years.
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
	Cookies, so it seems..are a tasty way to snack. But in the text ahead you will read
Oreos have held true to be one of the most popular types of cookies across the world. Oreo has built its cookie dynasty through the powerful advertising campaign that help make the cookie so widely popularized. One of the key campaign methods that Oreo uses a wide variety of catchy and clever slogans. The most popular slogan that I am sure all of America has come to know and love is of course: “Oreos----Milk’s Favorite Cookie.” The moment when people hear the word cookie and milk in the same sentence, they instantly come to think of the signature crispy, chocolatey wafer that surrounds the smooth creme on the inside. Oreo has coined this term to be the definition of what the Oreo cookie symbolizes in society. Many
As everyone knows in order to be the best cookie, the cookie has to have amazing flavor. I asked my family members to volunteer and taste test each brand of cookies and rate them on a scale from one to three for their flavor. My family members ate each cookie and checked off which brand they preferred. The results show the brand of cookie with the best flavor was Keebler’s Original Soft Batch. Taste testers enjoyed the rich and smooth chocolate in the cookie. The cookie with the second best flavor was Chips Ahoy! brand cookies. Taste testers liked this cookies similarity to cookie dough, but did not enjoy the flavor as much as Keebler’s Original Soft Batch. The cookie with the worst flavor was the Cub Foods brand cookies because their taste was fake and stale. After looking at these results I found Americans prefer the flavor of Keebler’s Original Soft Batch cookies to have the best taste.
Have you ever wondered how the chocolate chip cookie came to be? Have you ever
Although I have grown up to be entirely inept at the art of cooking, as to make even the most wretched chef ridicule my sad baking attempts, my childhood would have indicated otherwise; I was always on the countertop next to my mother’s cooking bowl, adding and mixing ingredients that would doubtlessly create a delicious food. When I was younger, cooking came intrinsically with the holiday season, which made that time of year the prime occasion for me to unite with ounces and ounces of satin dark chocolate, various other messy and gooey ingredients, numerous cooking utensils, and the assistance of my mother to cook what would soon be an edible masterpiece. The most memorable of the holiday works of art were our Chocolate Crinkle Cookies, which my mother and I first made when I was about six and are now made annually.
Taste full: numerous layers of products of the soil, yogurt, cake, and almonds will be market as heavenly by the individuals who acknowledge taste
The life story with the title “this (culinary) life” was written by Elizabeth Melville and printed in “The Weekend Australian” Review on Saturday and Sunday, February 14 – 15th 2016. Since this story illustrated Melville’s mother through the aspect of her cooking like, it is regarded as a way for the author to honour her mother for sacrificing her life to provide the family with delicious food, creating treasured memories for all the family members. To elicit the story, the author had considered some questions. The most noticeable one would be “What do family recipes mean to you?”
I slowly opened the front door -- the same old creak echoed its way throughout the old house, announcing my arrival just seconds before I called out, "Grandma!" She appeared around the corner with the normal spring in her steps. Her small but round 5'1" frame scurried up to greet me with a big hug and an exclamation of, "Oh, how good to see you." It was her eighty-fifth birthday today, an amazing feat to me, just part of everyday life to her. The familiar mix of Estee Lauder and old lotion wafted in my direction as she pulled away to "admire how much I've grown." I stopped growing eight years ago, but really, it wasn't worth pointing this fact out. The house, too, smelled the same as it's ever smelled, I imagine, even when my father and his brothers grew up here more than forty years ago -- musty smoke and apple pie blended with the aroma of chocolate chip cookies. The former was my grandfather's contribution, whose habit took him away from us nearly five years ago; the latter, of course, comes from the delectable delights from my grandmother's kitchen. Everything was just as it should be.