Type Of Hungry Research Paper

As I sat on my couch exhausted from getting only two hours of sleep the night before, barely able to move, I was not positive that I even knew what day it was. But then suddenly, a foreign thought came to my mind. That thought was one that did not have to do with bottles, burp rags, diapers, or any other baby related issue. I had just given birth a week and a half prior to my son, and until that moment, I am not sure that I had a thought that was about myself since I checked into the hospital. I was hungry. This was not a casual "I think I could eat something" type of hungry. No, this was a "if I do not have food in the next five minutes I may become angry enough to rip the head off the annoying rattle toy that had been given to my precious newborn son" type of hungry, and I have no clue how to cook.

My favorite smell of all the delicious food that had filled our home the week before had to be my grandmothers recipe of pot roast. She has made this recipe since I was too young to talk. When I think of it I can almost smell the powerful aroma of the herbs melding with the meat and getting stronger with each hour it spends in the slow cooker. This is what home and comfort smells like. Every woman in my family knows how to cook efficiently, except for me. To whip up a quick three course dinner is not a tall order among my grandmother, my mother, and my aunts. I decided to peel my sore body off the couch for just enough time go into the kitchen and see if there were any leftovers from all of the dishes that accumulated in our house over the last week. When I opened up my refrigerator to collect a Tupperware container of something wonderful, it hit me. There was nothing left in that fridge. Somehow, my husband and I had eaten every last bite of the