He slapped some bread into her palm. ‘Your papa did.’ How could she argue? It was worth a whipping. ‘If we’re fast, we won’t get caught.’
Now I have things to do beside stand here and argue with you about my grandpa Joe’s homemade strawberry, rasaberry cheesecake. Chyna said to the Ten-Toed paunchy, fond bobcat “if you really want a homemade strawberry, rasaberry cheesecake you could ask my aunt Loris to make you one but if your disrespectful one will never do nothing you ask of them”. Now I have to get on back to my grandpa Joe’s house before it’s to late to give my grandpa Joe his homemade strawberry, rasaberry cheesecake. Remember that saying I told you talk to you later, got to run. Certainly I reach my grandpa’s house on time to give him the strawberry, rasaberry cheesecake for the Boggy Bottom
In the story The Outsiders, a young adult realistic fiction, by S.E Hinton, a big central problem is “You can solve things nonviolently so no one gets hurt.” Scars after scars, bruises after bruises, fights after fights. The boys in the outsiders known as The Greasers,” are a gang of kids from East Tusla, Oklahoma. Night after night the Socs and the Greasers meetup for a “rumble.” A rumble is a big massive conjoined fight.
Harry Truman's presidency, which spanned from April 12th, 1945, to January 20th, 1953, was a time of profound controversy that has fuelled an ongoing debate regarding his predominant legacy as either a hero or a villain. This essay looks to comprehensively explore three major issues that defined Truman's career: the decision to use the atomic bomb, his role in the recognition of Israel as a sovereign nation, and the implementation of the Marshall Plan. By looking into these significant events, considering their historical context, and evaluating the consequences, this essay aims to shed light on Truman's complex legacy and offer a diverse understanding of his presidency, ultimately contributing to a more informed assessment of his historical
I wake up from another one of my bad dreams and look over to see if Sodapop is still asleep. He’s gone. I decided to go see if Darry was home. He is gone too. I am completely alone and I just noticed that it is in the middle of the night.
Catherine is totally a daddy’s girl no one understands her like he does and vice versa. Their playful teasing shows just how close they are “What do you want to eat(Robert)... What do you want?(Catherine).. Not spaghetti(Robert)...All right(Catherine)... Disgusting stuff(Robert)...
Daddy what is she doing here?” I say He says :she wants to be apart of your life!” I run outside to my car, start it then leave. I headed to Ruthie’s house, I got out knocked on the door. Ruthie’s mom (Sarah) answered she said “come in Ruthie is at the table eating”.
Bubble Gum used to get haircuts and clothes. She was the neighborhood favorite. LOL. The kids used to love playing with her. Dogs surrounded us both sides of the house once again.
Full Circle It was my senior year of high school and everything was going as planned. I had already been accepted into various colleges to study Math Education. This was the only career I had ever considered. Until now.
It was a typical, eight o’clock morning in the August of 2007, birds chirping and the vibrant colors of flowers whipping past me as I peer out the window of our silver Nissan. My brother, sitting beside me, was being a noisy, older brother, uttering irrelevant comments about bypassing cars. On the other hand, my three year old self was quietly looking out the window and effortlessly perfecting my job of being a daddy’s little girl. In the driver’s seat, sat my father, a tall, patient, and affable individual. The three of us were in progress of completing our daily routine of driving to preschool.
“Unicorns, again? Seriously, Katie?” my sister asked as she peeked in the door, sounding half annoyed and half I was aware this would happen. Just having woken up, I was tired, but had gotten dressed. As usual, my wallpaper was covered with unicorns.
Mama was looking down; her hands were placed on her belly, to hold the wrapper from untying itself or to keep her bread and tea breakfast down. “My body does not feel right,” she mumbled. “I asked if you were sure you wanted to stay in the car.” Mama looked up. “I’ll come with you.
My grandma sacrificed everything for my family and I. Being the lucky grandson I am I can tell my grandma about all my great adventures and achievements because she is still alive today at eighty-seven years old. My grandma is built solely on sweetness, there is no other way to describe her, when I was eight years old my family and I moved from Colorado Springs, Colorado to Madison, Wisconsin; my grandma was so afraid that she wouldn't be part of my siblings and I’s life that she dropped everything she had, left all her friends and moved to Madison with my family and I. When I think of my grandma short flashbacks will periodically pop into my head of going to the park or sleeping over at her house but every single time I will remember the times when we made chocolate cookies together or should I say cookie dough.
Crumpled Cookies Fall is here, that means baking season has arrived like a present delivered to your door. Baking to me is like painting a picture. Mixing a group of colors together to create one big piece of art. I love the final masterpiece that I get to enjoy with my family and friends. I like to consider myself as a good baker.
Like many others, the chocolate chip cookie brings back memories from my childhood. One of my favorites is running into my grandmother’s house after chasing my dogs around outside and being greeted by the warmth and aroma of freshly baked cookies in the oven. Even nowadays, when I enter her house, the sweet smell fills the air and I leave any bitterness, frustration, or sadness that I may have at the door. All across the Internet, there are many chocolate chip cookie recipes that claim to have perfected the art of this American classic. Some of them are pretty delicious to be perfectly honest, but none of them taste quite as heavenly as the ones that are made with my grandmother’s love.
