I Love Food
So I just walked into my kitchen and ate a clementine orange, which reminded me just how much I like food.
It is sad to think that the time of year with the best food is almost over. Soon I’ll be going back to Chad and eating five cheese lasagna, made to order fettuccini alfredo, and cheeseburgers, washed down with mango madness snapple. This food isn’t bad, but it’s the same stuff I ate all last semester. Good food season was kicked off well this year with a wonderful Thanksgiving: a national holiday celebrating nothing but good food. I made the wonderful orange cranberry sauce like I do every year. Not to mention pumpkin pie, the greatest dessert ever. (My sister hates it for some reason.) Christmas Eve yielded a leg of lamb, and Christmas day provided one of the best hams I’ve ever had. Great meals for many days thereafter were supplied simply from the leftovers of these great feasts. I managed to survive between meals thanks to the wonderful supply of various Christmas cookies. My dad also makes stollen, a traditional German sweet bread. We had a party on New Year’s Eve and I ate nothing but the leftover hors d'oeuvres for two days. That meant shrimp cocktail, deviled eggs (which I made), baklava, pickled herring, olives, and Swedish meatballs. I was excellent. Just the other night our family had dinner at the Jamison’s. We had a hen inside of a duck, inside a turkey, inside a pig, inside a walrus, stuffed in a buffalo, inside of a hippo, which was inside of a whale. Well, actually it stopped with the turkey, but it was still pretty cool.
I remember one time when I was young we had baby squids at the Jamison’s. Another time we had crayfish which we got live and then dropped into boiling water. I’ve eaten a lot of weird and exotic things. Like when my family went to Quebec we ate at a nice little French restaurant. I decided to get a dessert called “black pudding” which turned out to be a warm plate of coagulated goat blood. Yum. In Nebraska I ate a 30 oz cheeseburger, which was cool. One of the best meals I have ever had was while we were staying on an island off the coast of Panama. A man came by our little condo in his little boat at night and took us to another, smaller island. We sat outside on a picnic table in the sand in beautiful tropical weather. The food was prepared at a circular thatched hut. We got a giant dish of noodles, cabbage, lobsters, shrimps, squid, scallops, octopus, and a bunch of other stuff. Can you tell I like seafood? Another great meal was at this wonderful Indian restaurant in London. I don’t exactly remember the name, but if you ever go to London be sure not to miss it. Meals like these are some of the best reasons why I like to travel so much. It also makes my want to learn to cook. Or at least marry someone who likes to cook.
I have to thank my parents for introducing me to so many types of foods when I was younger. Now there are hardly any foods that I don’t like. I feel sorry for people who don’t like onions or tomatoes; they are missing out on God’s two greatest creations (besides marchino cherries and dill pickles). Many of my extended relatives hardly eat anything besides pizza, hamburgers, and bologna sandwiches on white bread. That makes me sad.
I’m going to go eat another clementine, some eggnog, and maybe some beef jerky, and then I’m off to bed. Good night!
It is sad to think that the time of year with the best food is almost over. Soon I’ll be going back to Chad and eating five cheese lasagna, made to order fettuccini alfredo, and cheeseburgers, washed down with mango madness snapple. This food isn’t bad, but it’s the same stuff I ate all last semester. Good food season was kicked off well this year with a wonderful Thanksgiving: a national holiday celebrating nothing but good food. I made the wonderful orange cranberry sauce like I do every year. Not to mention pumpkin pie, the greatest dessert ever. (My sister hates it for some reason.) Christmas Eve yielded a leg of lamb, and Christmas day provided one of the best hams I’ve ever had. Great meals for many days thereafter were supplied simply from the leftovers of these great feasts. I managed to survive between meals thanks to the wonderful supply of various Christmas cookies. My dad also makes stollen, a traditional German sweet bread. We had a party on New Year’s Eve and I ate nothing but the leftover hors d'oeuvres for two days. That meant shrimp cocktail, deviled eggs (which I made), baklava, pickled herring, olives, and Swedish meatballs. I was excellent. Just the other night our family had dinner at the Jamison’s. We had a hen inside of a duck, inside a turkey, inside a pig, inside a walrus, stuffed in a buffalo, inside of a hippo, which was inside of a whale. Well, actually it stopped with the turkey, but it was still pretty cool.
I remember one time when I was young we had baby squids at the Jamison’s. Another time we had crayfish which we got live and then dropped into boiling water. I’ve eaten a lot of weird and exotic things. Like when my family went to Quebec we ate at a nice little French restaurant. I decided to get a dessert called “black pudding” which turned out to be a warm plate of coagulated goat blood. Yum. In Nebraska I ate a 30 oz cheeseburger, which was cool. One of the best meals I have ever had was while we were staying on an island off the coast of Panama. A man came by our little condo in his little boat at night and took us to another, smaller island. We sat outside on a picnic table in the sand in beautiful tropical weather. The food was prepared at a circular thatched hut. We got a giant dish of noodles, cabbage, lobsters, shrimps, squid, scallops, octopus, and a bunch of other stuff. Can you tell I like seafood? Another great meal was at this wonderful Indian restaurant in London. I don’t exactly remember the name, but if you ever go to London be sure not to miss it. Meals like these are some of the best reasons why I like to travel so much. It also makes my want to learn to cook. Or at least marry someone who likes to cook.
I have to thank my parents for introducing me to so many types of foods when I was younger. Now there are hardly any foods that I don’t like. I feel sorry for people who don’t like onions or tomatoes; they are missing out on God’s two greatest creations (besides marchino cherries and dill pickles). Many of my extended relatives hardly eat anything besides pizza, hamburgers, and bologna sandwiches on white bread. That makes me sad.
I’m going to go eat another clementine, some eggnog, and maybe some beef jerky, and then I’m off to bed. Good night!