The kitchen is a place of creativity and imagination. The most astounding things are created there from almost nothing. To other people, the kitchen might be an ordinary, common room in their house. However, to me, the kitchen provides me with a blank canvas that is waiting to be painted; it is the ideal place to unwind and relax. The sights, smells, and tastes of the kitchen make it my favorite place. Being in the kitchen, I instantly feel at home. The gleaming chrome refrigerator filled with all sorts of shapes and colors fills me with joy. The glossy light brown shelves with their small, shiny silver knobs the size of quarters, reflect what is happening around them as if they were recording a movie; the people passing by them and the television screen changing colors. The microwave, that sits above the four dark, glistening, wide eyed stovetop stares at me, making me feel like I want to sprinkle a cake with love and care. A little to the right is the milk white pantry with foods and boxes in all color. Walking over to the pantry, I see one particular box that stands out of all t...
-the sensory imagery here makes readers envision that the parlor looks "ugly" and isn't as bright, bold and exciting without the programs and activity from the TV
In the short story “Ines in the Kitchen,” Cristina Garcia narrates the life of Ines who seems to be in conflict with herself. As the protagonist, Ines is confused about her emotions and the decisions that have to be made. Therefore, she struggles with her life, her relationship with her husband, and her memories of the past which haunt her. Only Ines can really understand what she goes through every day that passes by.(give examples) However, on the other hand, her husband, Richard, is a man who likes to have specific guidelines for his woman and cares about his appearance.
Hollow eyes glanced around the pristine apartment, the gray scale color scheme seems to match the women clasping her hands together, pursing her lips and searching for approval from the girl that stood in the doorway. Automatically, the girl deduced the woman was quite wealthy, especially in the neighborhood she'd now live in. The streets were busier, filled with nicer cars instead of busted ones without their fenders falling apart at the edge. Her nimble fingers explored the wall as she took careful steps into the living room. Winnie wasn't acclimated to this life style: the wallpaper wasn't being striped at the corners, stainless carpets without nothing questionable left behind, no sign of undesirable critters, and silence. She could finally
The rest of you girls? We’re here to take you back to the place you secretly long to be, the place where you belong: the kitchen.
Eating different cuisines and trying new dishes at a variety of restaurants is an important hobby in Ashley’s life. In the future, Ashley hopes to go into the field of marketing or advertising, and hopefully specialize in food. But no matter what job she pursues, she hopes to have her own children (she is hoping for two) and a joyful family. The first thing she teaches her kids will be to always try new things and be accepting to the unknown. That is the one thing she regrets from her childhood. Not being more open-minded and unwilling to step out of her comfort zone. But despite this, her childhood has shaped who she is today. By pushing away vegetables and having a constant craving for macaroni and cheese, the cheesy pasta dish is now the single dish that can cheer her up when she feels defeated or disappointed. It is the comfort food that will remain a part of her life. Throughout Ashley’s life, she has always wondered why certain foods triggered certain emotions. Why does macaroni and cheese make me feel so cheerful? And why is it that this dish is what I rely on when sad? Her curiosity for the deeper meaning of food has grown throughout the years, but what has risen to a new level is her true passion
A kitchen in a home keeps a mother satisfied and busy. I can confirm that by admitting that my mother spends most of her time in a kitchen not because she is forced to, but simply because that is her passion. Even though I cause various disasters in the kitchen my mom always likes to have a partner helping her out. As well as, being a picky eater does not stop me from complementing her on the meal she makes. Most importantly, as long as passion is an active ingredient it makes anything taste better.
The American system of education is considered to be one of the most progressive in the world. One of the surveys on attitudes toward teaching around the world found that the United States is unique in its strong emphasis on "good teaching." My experience at State College has helped me to understand better how this system works, and what methods and techniques American teachers use to motivate their students for creative and active learning. However, I can also see that this system doesn’t work perfectly in every classroom. Reading Ernest Boyer’s article “Creativity in the Classroom” helped me with my understanding of the main problem that nowadays exists with the American college education system. According to the author, the problem is that teachers and students don’t see each other as one team doing the same business; therefore, in most classrooms the process of learning becomes a boring procedure instead of being mind-blowing. Moreover, reading this article, I could analyze the reasons of this problem that the author identifies through my own experiences at State College.
Encased in a dark, black bag is the key to happiness, a baseball. As I step down the creaking stairs, I am greeted with a complete mood change. The smooth, wooden rail greets my hand as I reach the last step. A musty smell of air runs through my nostrils as I find myself feeling the cool, condensation on the basement walls. The short walk that feels
At the end of my mat was the other end of the cell. The wall hovered over me like a tall, ominous castle. Small blocks protruded from beneath the thick, smooth paint and stared at me. A long, thin ray of light replicated the thin, long, dirty piece of glass that was probably trying to mimic a window. It was about three inches wide and a good meter in length. Sometimes, I stare out that window at the world outside, at the people walking freely on the streets two stories below. I wonder if they appreciate the freedom they have. I wonder if they appreciate the smell of the air. I wonder if they appreciate the nice, big windows they look through when they go home. Home. I wonder if they appreciate home. I know I didn't before. No. I didn't appreciate any of that; at least not the way I will when I can have them again.
Everything seems like it’s falling out of place, it’s going too fast, and my mind is out of control. I think these thoughts as I lay on my new bed, in my new room, in this new house, in this new city, wondering how I got to this place. “My life was fine,” I say to myself, “I didn’t want to go.” Thinking back I wonder how my father felt as he came home to the house in Stockton, knowing his wife and kids left to San Diego to live a new life. Every time that thought comes to my mind, it feels as if I’m carrying a ten ton boulder around my heart; weighing me down with guilt. The thought is blocked out as I close my eyes, picturing my old room; I see the light brown walls again and the vacation pictures of the Florida and camping trip stapled to them. I can see the photo of me on the ice rink with my friends and the desk that I built with my own hands. I see my bed; it still has my checkered blue and green blanket on it! Across from the room stands my bulky gray television with its back facing the black curtain covered closet. My emotions run deep, sadness rages through my body with a wave of regret. As I open my eyes I see this new place in San Diego, one large black covered bed and a small wooden nightstand that sits next to a similar closet like in my old room. When I was told we would be moving to San Diego, I was silenced from the decision.
The coffee shop I decided to do my observation was the well known Starbucks just a couple blocks away. The reason I chose this coffee shop was because of it 's style inside, it attracted me. For example, one side of the wall has a glass top, and the lower part of the wall, made of wood and painted in a bright red color, which was one thing that attracted me and stood out. Outside of the shop people can actually see through the glass wall and get to see what’s happening inside of the coffeeshop. By the entrance you see these two red ceiling lamps which were shaped in a flower bud and these two tall green plants. Once you were in, on the right of the shop there was a counter with food and things to put in your drinks such as milk, sugar, chocolate, etc and the colors and how the food was displayed and served was appealing to my eyes. Behind that counter there was a long table with different electronic devices plugged into the wall. On the middle of the those there is a fridge just for ice and when I turned to the other side and I noticed a big menu on the wall. Further more into the shop, there was an area filled with tables, chairs, and sofas. The tables were in different shapes, one was round and the others rectangular, also there was four bamboo baskets and I looked around and noticed that the walls in that area were decorated with paintings.
A place, for me, is somewhere that I am familiar with and I recognize it in some way as my own special geographic location. It is somewhere I am emotionally attached to and it is a place that I wish to remain at. I personally feel that it has taken me years to achieve this particular comprehension about where for certain that place is for me in my life, and to make out why I feel a certain way about being within the walls of my own home. I have now come to realize that my home is where my heart will always truly be, because I believe it is the only place where I will always be loved without
Fortunately, I wake every morning to the most beautiful sun lit house. I sit on my porch sipping coffee, while I drink in an atmosphere that steals my breath away. Rolling hills lay before me that undulate until they crash into golden purple mountains. Oh how they are covered in spectacular fauna, ever blooming foliage, and trees that are heavy with pungent fruit. Green it is always so green here at my house. Here where the air lays heavy and cool on my skin as does the striking rays of the sun upon my cheeks. I know in my soul why I choose to be here every day. Pocketed in all the nooks and crannies of these valleys and hills are stately homes, rich with architecture resplendent. Diversity is the palate here; ...
When should you clean your kitchen? Well, it all depends on the task. Some tasks are daily jobs, like cleaning the countertops, sink, microwave, and stove. Other tasks like cleaning the refrigerator and floor are weekly or monthly tasks.
“Having a hard time deciding what to make for dinner?” Well, not anymore because my mom’s spaghetti recipe is better than Olive Garden! Dinning out is cost prohibited for many families. This is especially true in my household. Spaghetti has been my favorite dish since childhood. Spaghetti is effortless to create, delicious, and a nutritious meal the whole family can savor. Pasta noodles are inexpensive, making them the ideal food item for any money-saving meal. The sauces are also inexpensive to make when the ingredients are bought on sale. Spaghetti can be made in large quantities without emptying your wallet. This quick recipe will feed a family of 6 with leftovers for ten dollars. Serving homemade spaghetti sauce with pasta is a wonderful