She had been arrested for beginning a fight at a soup kitchen. She had been interviewed and asked a big question. “Why did you start the fight?” She didn’t have to think quite too long before replying “I don’t know what got into me. All I knew was that hunger overwhelmed me. My food was gone, yet I still could’ve wolfed down an entire feast.
All three times I went to Little Caesars the service was poor and I went to a different place every time. The first time I went to the store and the service was poor I walked into the store and the cashier didn't treat me with any type of respect. They did not greet me and just said, "what do you want ?" with a mean tone in their voice. I just let it go because maybe he was having a bad day but as I started to order it seemed like the cashier was trying to overcharge me.
A Glass Half Full Dragging my feet along the ground as the tiresome faces of my new 4th hour turned and peered with judgment, when the teacher barked at me for being late. Sitting down the smell of old burnt food and the cleaning supplies lying around, but also the scent of fields or flowers that was her perfume filled my nose. At first, the class seemed as if a foreign place full of strange people who all seemed bored, and angry that they had to attend. A month into school and the teacher said she picked six people who would then pick who they wanted to be in their kitchen. Khloe got selected as one of the six, and she chose me.
She has to work all day in a cafeteria with the aroma of tater tots and two day old spaghetti. She has a dying passion to serve kids foods that barely pass the FDA’s strict guidelines. She loves seeing the happy expressions on children’s faces fade as they see what she has conjured up for them. The lunch lady confronts the evils of making unhealthy foods and smashes the foods hopes and dreams of one day being tasteful. Only a select few have what it takes to be an everyday lunch lady.
After believing that his race is inferior for so long, Mike Pedro has finally discovered that being Filipino is not so bad after all. Ever since his friends mocked him at school for packing “Asian” food for lunch, he started feeling insecure about his ethnicity and even his own identity. Who is he, really? That is the question he asked himself every day from then on. The thoughts of his friends degrading him for eating “Asian” food for lunch dwelled in his subconscious for months, or perhaps even years.
"Heatstroke with a Side of Burn Cream" I found "Heat stroke with a Side of Burn Cream" to be a funny and animated story but especially realistic only because I’ve worked in a restaurant before and I can relate to almost everything said in the essay. I worked at Wendy's for a whole year which was probably the most miserable year of my life. Being a restaurant employee has to be one of the most stressful and distasteful jobs for anyone. I can relate to the story in so many ways, from remaking orders to rushing to make orders, not only are you faced with angry customers who crave burgers and demands five star service, you're also faced with lazy
Lotishia Edwards Adrienne Vivian English 1101 September 26, 2012 Don’t Blame the Eater After reading “Don’t Blame the Eater”. I was really concerned, from my understanding most people get obese at a very young age, most time because parents are too busy to just take the time out and cook something for themselves and their kids. Kids spend most of their time and money at a fast-food place because that’s the way they grew up, after eating at a fast-food place all your life it’s really hard to just stop. For Example: if your mother works seven days a week and you have to go to school, when your mother gets home you would have already ate junk food. The best thing for parents, who works long shifts seven days a week, is cook a large sum of
Their whole lives revolved around taking care of the house, kids and husband. For example when their husband came home from `a hard day of work' their wife would have cold drinks and finger food snacks waiting for them (Scott, p. 225). Women weren't able to go out into the work force because they were given such an unfair wage. Women weren't able to make their own choices in life they only had once path pay to choose from, to become a typical house wife. The role of women is constantly changing throughout history.
For breakfast they received coffee-black water, and then worked until noon when they got a bowl of soup. At night they got another bowl of soup, a little piece of bread, and sometimes a tiny little piece of butter (Witnesses to the holocaust, 11). Suicides were a daily thing. The gas chambers couldn’t keep up with the amount of people coming in, so they burned many people in a large pit. A lot of the smaller children were thrown in alive.
I was up all night directing family members from out of town safely in to the city. As you can see the day of my beautifully marriage starts off with me tired and angered. After waking up I began the task of cooking the food for my big day. I know you are wondering why I would be doing the cooking on my big day, but I am a chef and don’t trust a lot of other people cooking my food so I told my wife I would cook. A decision made at the time that sounded great but at this time in the morning seemed to be more like a slap in the face.