Fried chicken, collard greens, macaroni cheese, and ice cream have a very special place in my heart till this day. You are wondering, why does these delicious, mouthwatering foods have a special place in this girl’s heart? Well, these foods but not limited to these foods made me happy in my own special way. Not only did these foods made me happy, they made me realize who I really am and the meaning of a family. When I was seven or eight, I live in a small town, let us call it Barbie town. In this small town, everyone were clones of each other just like all the perfect blonde hair, blue eye Babies. Let me tell you, they talked the same, walked the same, and looked the same. Instead of calling it Barbie Town, they should have named it Basic Town. …show more content…
Well, I was General chow’s chicken face and it was like the CDC put a quarantine on me. Not even one kid was my friend or even invited me to play kickball with them! My savior, instead of it being Santa, was food. Oh, how food made me smile ear to ear. Food did not call me names nor excluded me from their games. Food reminded me of the cute little old man at the entrance of Walmart, overly excited to see everyone. Sunday was my favorite day, because momma made fried chicken and collard greens with macaroni and cheese with ice cream for dessert! Oh how those crisp, salty but sweet collard greens hollard my name. Do not let me forget how the fried chicken was extra crunchy and special because my momma made it for me. I kid you not it tasted better because she made it! The chicken sang a Gospel hymn to me when I approached them, giving me a warm welcome like the Preacher to his people, but this time the warm welcome was a green light to devour the delicious master piece. This meal made me forget about the nasty kids that picked on me early on in the week. I was a very special girl to be enjoying this savory meal with my family. At this point in time, I forgot all about how I had a qoureintuneon me and the monsters went away with every bite. It was not just my momma’s cooking on Sunday that made me happy. Trying new foods was like opening new doors to a new mysterious …show more content…
Every time the new and exciting food trickled down my throat, I became one with the culture of my Asian side. Momma cooked a meal called “Pho”, and I thought the name was the funniest and weirdest name ever to call a dish. Pho was a type of soup. In this soup, there was beef broth with clear noodles. You would think clear noodles would taste like nothing or merely like how they looked just plain. They tasted like nothing I ever consumed before, and I had some pretty delicious meals. These noodles had ever flavor in the universe with a hint of lime just to give it a kick. I am no doctor, but I believe if you ate this soup your cold would no longer linger in your body. This soup was so hot and steamy that it cleared any blockage in your nostrils that if someone ate this soup in high altitudes they would not be effected. When my momma made this dish, I would watch her every move on how she made it. It was kind of like a bonding moment for us now that I think back on that memory. She told me all her tricks and secrets on how to prefect this dish. Just being with my momma made me happy, and learning how to make this remarkable dish made me feel like I was out of this world. I would think to myself, maybe those kids who made fun of me were just jealous because they didn’t have a mother who spent time with them. They defiantly did not have a mother that would teach them about foods that did not originate in this