Personal Narrative Essay Summary: How To Cooking

Rice

Use the measuring cup to measure two cups of dried rice, two cups of water, salt to taste and oil, and other ingredients may be added. Heat up the pan, add oil, water and salt, and let it boil…then add the rice. This is how you make simple white rice, the first thing my mom thought me how to cook. Cooking has always been sort of a legacy in my family, something to be proud of. Coming from grandparents that lived during difficult economic times, food was always respected in both sides of my family. After all cooking has always kept my family united, regardless of the adversity we have faced. This respect for food began, as my dad recalls, when my grandparents used cooking as a way of sustaining themselves. My grandmother was a cook at an elementary school, and there she was allowed to take leftover to my dad and his siblings. During this time my grandma thought my dad how to cook, in order to keep up with the house chores as my grandma worked. This came useful since when my dad turned fourteen, he enter the working world. My dad’s first job was at a restaurant waiting tables, from here

Regardless of the pain the entire family was experiencing, if someone walked in that room they would had seen plenty of delicious food and people talking, enjoying an evening together. The reason why my family stayed happy during this event is that everyone wanted to remember my uncle with his favorite dishes. So everyone gather and made the things he enjoyed, followed by music and dancing. When the evening was over I remember asking my mom why wasn’t no one crying, the answer my mom gave me was…”what’s the point of crying and lamenting over your uncle’s death, if he was a happy men, we should remember him by being happy as well”. My mom was right when my uncle was still alive, he was always a big part of the family meetings so to keep with the tradition we gather in his