Personal Narrative-Willy Wonka's Chocolate

I am a self-proclaimed chocoholic. Seeing that I adore all things chocolate, it is no surprise that my favorite Tootsie Pop flavor is chocolate. Whenever I tear off the wrapper of a chocolate Tootsie Pop, I am thrilled. They are delicious. I enjoy chocolate Tootsie Pops because they are, well, chocolate. Tootsie Pops do a wonderful job of making their products taste like chocolate. Coupled with the creamy Tootsie center, chocolate Tootsie Pops are a chocolate lover’s dream. Therefore, chocolate Tootsie Pops are my favorite

Carefully making sure not to waste any of my golden brown treasures, I throw myself onto a seat in haste and quickly indulge my senses in the fluffy, butterness. The large, round stacks were meant to feed both my sisters and grandparents too but my stomach was going to be stuffed with these saucer shaped cakes. I satisfyingly slide my fork down one of the stacks like butter, watching as the spongy cakey inside is revealed. With anticipation I shove the moist pancake into my mouth and have to close my eyes due to the sheer fulfillment received with the bite. On the platter are three individual pancake flavors, one is dotted with the color blue and another pacted with chocolate chips. I grab the sugary syrup that was already laid out on the table ready to be used to drown my pancakes. My taste buds are engulfed in the sweet flavor of a combination of blueberries, chocolate and syrup leading the way like a marching band. Next comes the texture of the buttery golden crunch on the outside and the warm,

“I hate your Arabic!” I snarled in my broken English. My mother stared at me in confusion while I seethed about my heritage internally. For whatever reason, this toxic state of mind stuck with me through my elementary-school years. I promised myself that I would strive to become like everyone else and slowly began to erase my Lebanese culture from my mannerisms.

The tangerine orange glow of the Tootsie Pop’s curled and slightly crinkled wrapping heavily inscribed by the same name in clear, bolded bubbly font invites my attention. While slowly unraveling the carefully prepared smooth plastic, a familiar aroma of overwhelming citrus invades my nostrils. A swirling amber elliptical interrupted by a jutting horizontal ring around the surface married with a thickly rolled paper stick stares back at me in all it’s splendor. Encapsulated in its center is a hidden chocolate treasure sealed away by the hard candy shell. When the Tootsie Pop settles on my tongue, it awakes all my taste buds to absorb the rich, sweet, and savory qualities of the fruity sweet. Having another look I notice the unnatural shine of

If I was candy I would be a bag of skittles. First, I have many personalities. Each personality is a different color and flavor. Also, everybody likes me. Everybody likes me and everybody likes skittles and nobody can resist. Finally, I can be mean. When I’m mean I can turn into sour skittles and leave a bad taste in your soul. These reasons show why I’m a bag of skittles.

Every person who enjoys baking knows the struggle of finding that perfect cookie recipe to please your family, but also isn’t too complicated to make. My mother’s simple “Heavenly Chocolate Chunk Cookie” recipe will keep your kids or siblings satisfied and make your friends envy your baking skills. My mother would cook these for my brothers and me after school, and I made them for my oldest brother, Davis, when he went off to college, to carry on the tradition. The cookies are not only a great treat, but a gesture of comfort and home. This recipe holds a special place in our family, and I hope it does the same for you!

Well you had better sense than I did. I was up until midnight after getting home from work and leaving right back out to take Bryce to Trick a Treat for the first time.

I believe a great way to people’s hearts are through warm chocolate chip cookies. Since I was a young girl, walking in the house and smelling cookies in the oven always made my day. You could also bond with loved ones baking them together, my favorite part used to be licking the bowl. If you follow this recipe, you will have a great time bonding with your family or welcoming someone home.

The book “The Chocolate Diaries: Secret for a Sweeter Journey on the Rocky Road of Life” by Karen Scalf Linamen is a made by the author who wants to share something sweet in a rocky road steps. The author also shares her experiences that she encountered. Different journey in life, different people we bumped. The challenges we are always facing in makes us stronger. A problem that teaches us on how to stay even in a critical situation.

The first place Kendall and I went to was the cafeteria. Most of the food was plain and had absolutely no taste. But after sneaking our way into the kitchen, we found a plate full of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.

My hand shakily holding onto the ladle, I pour the next person a glass of punch and smile at them and the next person comes down the line.

Recently while visiting Universal Studios Orlando we had lunch hat The Hard Rock Cafe. While we were walking down t City Walk, we notice groups of people wavered around The Toothsome Chocolate Emporium. At first glance, it appeared that people where just taking advantage of the availability of the seats and chairs. When we got closer I made sure I traveled up the side stairs to get a closer look, just in case it was open, then, I could persuade my wife to change our plans.

He yells at me to come to bed for the fiftieth time. “Mrrrowww,” I respond like a scolding mother. Snickers is very impatient, demanding my attention every few seconds until I cave. He is like a needy child forever whining for my undivided care. I suspect that my little package of sass and fur is more human than cat. While my little sister scarfs down her food and spills down the front of her stained shirts, Snickers is always very delicate and neat, only eating a few pieces of kibble at a time. If I am eating ice cream, he will appear at my feet in an instant, expecting me to share. If someone is making a bed, he will jump onto the unmade mattress to “help”. And by help, I mean he gets covered with a sheet and attacks your hands like he’s playing a game of whack-a-mole.

When they reached the top of the chairlift they skied down to the edge of the run that Sarah had lost her pole on. They entered the patch of trees that had path already carved through by skiers before them. Sarah reached the edge of the trees. So focused on finding her pole she forgot to lean back slightly before reaching the powder snow to climb onto of it. Her skies ran themselves into the snowy wall, almost causing her to faceplate on impact. It soon became clear she could not make them through so she clicked her boots out of her skies and continued on to find Madison slightly ahead of her.

Words were not able to describe how heavenly and extraordinary this dessert. Blissful, it will never fail to impress anyone. The chocolate melting in my mouth, as the silky soft chocolate mousse balanced the soft and silky. The cake was moist, well crafted, and was worth every bit of calories dripping of it. It was the most bittersweet experience, the taste was savory. It is smooth and rich, leaves you longing for another bite. Tantalizes your taste buds, caresses your mouth before gliding down your throat to take you to seventh heaven.