Against the back wall stood a gigantic stove. ... The sounds of pots boiling, skillets frying, and ovens baking echoed in this kitchen Sundays. When attending my grandmother's Sunday dinner we pecan pie that taste delicious. In my grandmother's house Sundays were called taste tester days. ... All the frustrations that were brought into the kitchen, immediately disappeared after taking the first bite in her food. ...
We were fascinated with their superpowers, captivated with their bravery and enthralled by their risk taking nature, but how do you define who a hero is?... Referring to the text book, in the chapter, "Those Sunday Mornings", the father of the speaker used to wake up early even on Sunday mornings with cracked hands due to working all week long, to light up the fireplace to keep the house warm. ... While on their trot back, shells containing poisonous gas were hurled at them. ...
I believe in perfecting recipes and taking time to get to know the little secrets found in someone else's imperfection. ... Every Sunday evening I would walk into the kitchen and smell the sweet tomatoes boiling in my grandmother's giant sauce pot, with oregano, basil, and spices my nose couldn't decipher. ... My brother, and I would climb into the back of his truck and hold on tight while my dad drove us up the road to our local ice cream shop, Jimi Cone. ... Once a month on the second Sunday, my grandmother and I take over the kitchen and prepare our family a meal worth mouth...
Honestly after a long church day our family tradition is to go out to eat then watch sunday night football. I love every part of our fun-filled Sunday! ... Even though sometimes I don't feel like taking Diego outside or playing with him, I will always love him and I know that he will be there for me whenever I need him. ... Even though I was half asleep, I somehow knew that the call was about Diego, while I was calling my dad back I knew that Diego died that morning even though no one told me. ...
