Journey of a Foodie
13 April, 2010
The cousin of mine closest to my age grew up in the dregs of Milliken, going to a school where I thought everyone said things like "Yo yo, I gwan shoot de hoops, djuwan komm?", regardless of race. His only interest to my knowledge was basketball. Soft-spoken and introverted, I rarely heard him form sentences longer than a few words. I still don't really know what he does. So when he linked me to his blog, I was shocked to discover that he's a foodie, and that his writing is not only competent, but stylish, relevant, and engaging. Who knew? (100)
P.S. By some strange coincidence, today he is twenty-six years and eight months old.
The cousin of mine closest to my age grew up in the dregs of Milliken, going to a school where I thought everyone said things like "Yo yo, I gwan shoot de hoops, djuwan komm?", regardless of race. His only interest to my knowledge was basketball. Soft-spoken and introverted, I rarely heard him form sentences longer than a few words. I still don't really know what he does. So when he linked me to his blog, I was shocked to discover that he's a foodie, and that his writing is not only competent, but stylish, relevant, and engaging. Who knew? (100)
P.S. By some strange coincidence, today he is twenty-six years and eight months old.