Clean Plates Karlene Edwards We always cleaned our plates at my house. No food left, slicker than a whistle, shining clean. It’s still difficult for me to leave food on my plate, whether I’m full or not, even though Weight Watchers tells me it’s okay. Looking back, it’s obvious I learned to clean my plate from my father. We rarely saw Dad without a smile, except when we left food on our plate, and it wasn’t because there were starving children in India. We also learned never to say we were hungry because Dad would mutter, “You kids don’t know what it is to be hungry.” At the time I didn’t know why he said it, but I did know it was terribly important that we gratefully eat whatever food was put in front of us. Dad was loving and thoughtful …show more content…
Dad hunted each fall and brought home a deer, an elk, and a bighorn sheep to hang in our carport until each was ready to butcher and wrap in heavy white paper, then to label and place in the upright, double-wide freezer in our back entryway. No food was ever wasted for on Friday nights, Mother collected all the leftover potatoes, vegetables and meat from the refrigerator, hand-cranked it through her meat grinder, and fried it into a hash that tasted much better than it …show more content…
Right after Dad returned from his four years as a Japanese prisoner of war, he and Mother attended a large celebratory family reunion, and among all the delicacies, my aunt Ethlyn included a bowl of steaming spinach. As Mother told the story, Dad ate the spinach because he had promised himself that never again would he turn away from good food, but moments after eating the spinach he abruptly left the table, barely making it to the bathroom before throwing up. The strands of green spinach had brought back memories of seaweed, a food he had forced himself to eat when he was starving in
It was of a time when he and his family went to tour Glacier National Park in Montana. They took Chinook with them. When they were stopped on the side of the road to look at mountain goats, mistakenly leaving the car door open. Chinook saw this opportunity, and jumped out of the car to chase the mountain goats. Seeing this, my dad’s sister chased after the dog offroad, running alongside the cliffs. Fearing for her daughter’s life, my grandpa, or my father’s dad, chased after my sister. Then, for fun, my dad chased after my father. It was a complete mess and I had a blast listening to the
the war but by 1918, people were disillusioned with it? Propaganda (persuasive words or images
She turned something dull and boring into something that’s helpful and creative. Her superb use of examples made her article come to life as she showed precisely how leftovers can be appetizing. The benefits of using leftovers, which were shown throughout this essay, demonstrate why families should be more thoughtful about their food. Many people don’t have time every night to prepare a fresh dinner for their family, and don’t have the resources to buy additional food every week or two. Sustainable cooking has numerous benefits, many of which could save families time and money. Perhaps Americans should be more open to the idea of using
An older boy remembered his father, a hardworking blue collar man. He remembered how his father would walk into the home each evening with scraped hands and perspiration stained shirts. His father was a tough man. He was the kind of man that refused to go to the doctor and rarely hugged his children. Yet, he was a good man. The boy remembered how his father provided for the family and often times his smallest actions proved his paternal love for them. One particular memory stood out among the rest. His father had returned home from work late one evening. He had been out celebrating his pay raise with some of his co-workers down at the local pub. He waltzed through the door bursting with
Brought up in a rural society, my father’s upbringing under economic hardships has always enlightened me with ideas of appreciation and respect. On the
After we finished breakfast, I see my dad return to the line and ask for a breakfast order. I tell him in a joking tone, you stayed hungry? He told me, it's not for me. When we left the fast food, he stopped the car near the person who was in the parking lot and gave him the breakfast. The face of that person touched my heart, thanked my father and filled him with blessings. With that gesture my dad showed me, what he has told me thousands of times; it is important to be compassionate with others. My dad has always been my hero, my role model; but that day he taught me what it means that an action is worth more than a thousand words. My father didn’t need to use the authority to make me understand that it was important to be compassionate with our peers, only his genuine example and legitimacy are
Michael Pollan’s article The Cooking Animal, describes the decline of home cooked meals and its effects. Cooking, he says, is what separates us from animals. It’s how we became civilized. By making us come together and share food, we learn about each other and ourselves. Although its importance, cooking is rapidly declining in modern times. What was once a daily ritual is now becoming a special occasion. Replacing cooking is convenient, yet horribly unhealthy, processed foods thus worsening the already increasing obesity problem. ”The more time a nation devotes to food preparation at home, the lower its rate of obesity” (Pollan 583). Pollan explains the importance of home cooked meals and it’s correlation with obesity and how we have
When I was younger it didn’t matter what it was or when if dad said I could go with him to the blind I went. The funniest thing is that out of everything that ever happened to me when I was young the things I remember are all those times hunting pigs with my brother and dad. Which meant the world to me because, dad’s usually gone a lot and even if he was home, he left before we woke and home after we went to bed. Being a young kid, it bothered me not seeing dad every day, but now I look at it and it has made me appreciate all the times most people would’ve thought we’re “just hunting.” At a young age my dad taught me that
Even six year old me could see the great suffering my father experienced not only mentally but physically. I recall once walking in the bathroom and seeing my father vomit, it was the first time I seen him so vulnerable. I could see the pain in his eyes. It was our third month in the united states and my father could not find a job, it was killing him. He was considering a job as a dishwasher to support his family, for that I could never repay him. A sprinkle of hope glimmered in our dark world when my dad got a job as a dispatcher at a local Airport, when I look back now I wonder if father ever felt disappointed that his hard nights of studying in college was futile, if he know that he would have to give up his career to support his family. Soon we moved out of my aunt and uncle’s how’s into a small one bedroom apartment in a sketchy neighborhood. By that time my mother has lost a total of thirty pounds. The once vibrant and sociable women was always tired, she often made called relatives back home which resulted in her crying for hours. My father would often cook and clean, it was fascinating to see my dad performing these tasks
It was a chilly October Saturday morning. I was trying to sleep in, when the aroma of cooking bacon flooded my room. My father was slaving away, fixing my family a grand breakfast for no reason. My father sure did have a temper at times, but in the end he loved us even when we did make him mad. Sometimes it was like no one in my family could do anything right without dad getting mad about whatever it was that we were doing at the moment.
One warm summer morning my sister, dad, and I were sitting and watching T.V. and my best friend’s dad called and invited us over for the weekend. He said
A lady by the name of Pamela Edwards was beginning to have hearing loss. People would speak to her and she had to keep asking them to repeat themselves. Before her hearing loss Pamela was experiencing ear pain for years. She went to see a doctor and they said her ear was plugged up and all they he did was clean her ears. “It seemed like nothing happened, I just got my ears cleaned and that was just about it,” Pamela said. Pamela hearing got worse and she couldn’t hear anything and was trying to read peoples lips until one morning she was watching The 700 Club on tv and heard Terry Meeuwsen giving a word on healing “You’ve been experiencing deafness in one of your ears God is healing that
1.The number “4″ is considered extremely unlucky, to the point where most buildings in Korea do not have a 4th floor. This is actually true in many parts of Asia because the number four is a homonym with the word death in Chinese. For this reason, many countries in Asia consider the number to be extremely unlucky. So much so that many hotels skip the fourth floor.
My father passed away in 1991, two weeks before Christmas. I was 25 at the time but until then I had not grown up. I was still an ignorant youth that only cared about finding the next party. My role model was now gone, forcing me to reevaluate the direction my life was heading. I needed to reexamine some of the lessons he taught me through the years.
There are many important figures in the history of Judaism, but probably none as pivotal as Moses, the ancient prophet.