The Most Memorable Meal
As a food lover and adventurous eater, I've certainly eaten so many kinds of food from many countries around the world. And I have a lot of good and bad moments related to food. However, when you ask me about the most memorable meal that I have eaten in my life, perhaps the first thing that appears in my mind is my daddy’s soup.
It was 10 years ago, when I was just a little boy. At that time, my mom had so much work at her office and she just couldn’t come back home until 9 p.m. In my family, my mom was the only one who could prepare food and cook. So when she called my dad and said that she couldn’t come back home early to cook a meal for me and my father, we thought that we were having the biggest problem in the world. In a situation that a dad hadn’t cooked before with a son who was so hungry, I asked him “What should we do now, dad?” And my dad started turning on his laptop and said “Let me try to find some meals on the internet! I hope there will have some meals that are easy to cook”. After a while, with some meat and vegetables still in the refrigerator, he made “the riskiest” decision in his life, cooking soup.
Maybe when you hear about soup, you will think that my dad’s decision was not bad at all because soup is still an easy meal to cook. But with my dad, it was not. After his 2-hour “fighting” with food in the kitchen, banging pans and mumbling under his breath, finally, his soup was shown out. At that time, it seemed like I was rescued, because I had to wait so long for a meal, not like with my mom’s cooking. At first look, the bowl of soup was not bad at all. In the big bowl, the soup looked so delicious and colorful with many colors of vegetable and meat such as carrots, mushrooms, ch...
... middle of paper ...
...eive a delicious meal, even a normal meal, but behind the meal, it meant a lot. I received so much love from my family and I started realizing and appreciating the value of family in my life from that night.
Maybe with some of you, memorable meals will be delicious dishes in nice restaurants that you can immerse in the taste of food. But with me, my dad’s is still the most memorable meal that I have ever had. It was not a good meal, it was not from a famous chef in luxury restaurants. Instead, it was a meal from A father’s love
I am now living so far away from him because I am studying in the U.S while he is still living in Vietnam and we just can connect with each other sometimes by phone. But wherever I go, however far the distant is, I won’t ever forget my family and especially, the meal that my dad made for me, the most memorable meal that I have ever had.
To begin, the food we eat can trigger our thoughts and memories of the times we had with our loved ones. Whether one is smelling burgers at a family barbeque, eating a feast during the holidays, or biting into that hot, homemade cookie, one’s senses are awakened when one smells or taste food, and it brings one back to the fond memories of the times we have family. I will be discussing my personal memories and how I identify with the father in the story,”Chili Cheese Dogs My Father And Me”, by Pat Conroy.
In the narrative “Food Is Good” author Anthony Bourdain humorously details the beginning of his journey with food. Bourdain uses lively dialogue with an acerbic style that sets his writing apart from the norm. His story began during his childhood and told of the memories that reverberated into his adulthood, and consequently changed his life forever. Bourdain begins by detailing his first epiphany with food while on a cruise ship traveling to France. His first food experience was with Vichyssoise, a soup served cold.
Rather, it is about exploring the ‘possibility of finding nourishment and sustenance in a hybrid cultural/culinary identity’ through re-creating a family ritual that connects ‘cultural and the culinary’ (Beauregard 59) and sets the stage for a changed relationship between Muriel, her mother and Naoe.
He aspires to logically persuade his audience about the insanity of the way in which food is processed and stored. He comments on the ways by which the imperfections in the food are masked in the kitchen. The author reiterates his experience at the hands of older male chefs and the things he saw and felt while training in the kitchen. He endeavors to debunk the myth that cooking in a large kitchen is anything but noisy and infernal, as portrayed by movies such as “Ratatouille (2007)”. The essayist intends to draw his audience’s attention to the fact that eating is an interaction with the natural world. The writer discloses a story about his son to illustrate the degradation of the definition of food in society today. He prefers to reason with his audience purely through logic. He strives to make his audience see that they both literally and metaphorically digest the planet through
Even though I barely see him due to his crazy schedule, we still stay in touch and I know I can count on him for whatever. Every holiday we get together and catch up and enjoy our time together. He has also taught me some life lessons, but only three have stuck with me. Those life lessons are always stay humble, family is everything and never be selfish.
Eighner attains an informative tone through his own experience and through his words. Many people throw food away because they feel that it’s no longer
Originally the narrator admired her father greatly, mirroring his every move: “I walked proudly, stretching my legs to match his steps. I was overjoyed when my feet kept time with his, right, then left, then right, and we walked like a single unit”(329). The narrator’s love for her father and admiration for him was described mainly through their experiences together in the kitchen. Food was a way that the father was able to maintain Malaysian culture that he loved so dearly, while also passing some of those traits on to his daughter. It is a major theme of the story. The afternoon cooking show, “Wok with Yan” (329) provided a showed the close relationship father and daughter had because of food. Her father doing tricks with orange peels was yet another example of the power that food had in keeping them so close, in a foreign country. Rice was the feature food that was given the most attention by the narrator. The narrator’s father washed and rinsed the rice thoroughly, dealing with any imperfection to create a pure authentic dish. He used time in the kitchen as a way to teach his daughter about the culture. Although the narrator paid close attention to her father’s tendencies, she was never able to prepare the rice with the patience and care that her father
I have always observed how food is connected to culture; however, I seemed to think of this connection as a positive one. This subject introduced the negative rhetoric of food, and not just the positive links to culture. This made me think of my father’s memories of when he was young and the whole family would get together for the annual Thanksgiving feast. He talks about the negativity experienced during this celebration, since the family didn’t get together that often, many disagreements within members of the family would turn into huge blow outs. A cousin of his came over to spend Thanksgiving with us one year; he was waiting for disagreements to arise as we ate the meal.
My mother was a simple cook. She prepared foods she'd been raised on, plain Southern fare-rice, gravy, sliced tomatoes, turnip greens, cornpone, grits, eggs, chicken and dumplings, pot roast, ham, field peas, lima beans, potato salad, stewed okra, pumpkin pie, salmon balls. We didn't have fancy casseroles or lasagnas or spaghetti, and nobody had ever heard of a burrito or an egg roll. I didn't know what an artichoke or a parsnip or kiwi or papaya was-certainly had never taste them. We drank sweet iced tea and sometimes lemonade.
...important impact in Diana's life. However, for Diana the relationship with food is different from that of her father's. For Bud, food is a way to relate to the way he used to live, “… he cooks and croons in Arabic to the frying liver and onions songs about missing the one you love.” For her family, food was always a reason to make them feel better, and to relief life pressures. For Diana, it is a way to find herself. Moreover, for Diana, and despite all of the challenges that she encountered, food and cooking are used as a tool in which she expressed herself. A tool to share her good times, and bad times. She used food as comfort, a peace offering, and a way to find herself. Therefore, her simple and enjoyable to read stories came to be a wonderful mix between her life story, and food recipes. Especially for those who consider food to be more than something to eat.
The purpose of this essay is to inspire more people to start cooking, and also teach them that healthy food does not always have to be boring or bland. There were various topics that I could have chosen to write about, but cooking is something that I have I am very passionate about. Since, this paper is about teaching other people, I want to teach everyone something that they can benefit from without going through all the trouble that I had to. I got started writing this essay by explaining my purpose behind doing this in the first place, which is leaning to cook something healthy. I did not have to brainstorm my ideas, because I learned this very recently, so I had a clear vision of what I was writing about.
Dear Food, I could go on writing an eulogy for you as it is World Food Day, a day set aside to celebrate food across the flora and fauna of the world. The rumblings in my stomach, the quickening of my nostrils, the watering of my taste buds and the shedding of my tears are accelerated by the mere mention of your name. What greater love can there be than the love for food? Food transports everyone across borders, as it is a time travel machine. Food acts as a fuel for a hungry machine as it’s channels and lubricates mortals with purposeful living while reacting to just the smell and taste of the food, man’s laboratory suddenly becomes the mouth with his nose as the chimney.
This statement by Druckman portrays the belief that women cook for the emotional experience while men cook for the technical experience. Research conducted by Marjorie DeVault (1991) suggests wives and mothers cook as a way to show their love to their family. Similarly, research by Cairns, Johnston, and Baumann (2010) discusses women’s emotional responses to cooking for their family and friends. Both studies highlight the emotion and nurture women feel as they cook for others. The studies’ discussion about the nurturing aspect of cooking demonstrates the traditional feminine belief that women cook in order to nurture their families as discussed by Friedan (1963) and Hochschild
As I finished eating, I heard the horn of my uncle’s car outside of my house, they seemed happy and ready to go. We all left at the same time, heading to my grandparent’s ranch. Once we get there, my cousins and I rushed to my grandfather’s fruit trees. He had apple trees, orange trees, lime trees, among others delicious fruits. As the time passed, lunch time came and everybody was called to eat. One of my uncles knows how to cook, and since he was in charge of the meat, he knew what to do to make it better. I remember the taste of that meat, it was delicious and everyone love
My favorite meal is the chicken fettuccini pasta. I chose this dish because I can never stop eating it. The meal is made up of warm tenderized chunks of chicken, delicate smooth creamy white sauce, and many varieties of sliced up vegetables. However, when I was a child vegetables has always been difficult to eat. It prevented me from enjoying my favorite meal because I would always have to take out the mixed vegetables in the meal. As a child I 've tried avoiding vegetables, but was found throughout the school cafeteria 's food, my mother 's cooking, or many fancy restaurants. There was nowhere to run. Over the years, my mother knew I was struggling to eat vegetables. She worked very hard by coming up with her own recipes in order for me to eat healthy. From mixing in the vegetables into the meals I usually eat or to trick me into eating meat but was actually vegetables. Soon later I came to realize how much effort she has put into the meals. All those hour and hard work my mother put it allowed me to enjoy my favorite meal again.