Clara fears that if she does not change her diet and lifestyle, she may develop diabetes as well. On an average day, Clara eats two jelly doughnuts for breakfast, chicken nuggets with sweet and sour sauce and a large cola for lunch and goes to the drive-through for dinner to grab a super-sized bugger, fries and a large cola. She usually snacks on potato chips or jelly beans during the day and is always sipping on cola. Clara is concerned about her diet and decides to ask her friend Mary, a nutrition major, for advice. Mary gives Clara some suggestions.
So when ever my mom makes pozole I look forward to it since I don’t eat weekly. I remember the first time I tried pozole. I was about seven years old on Christmas eve. This was a special day for me because now I could eat the food that the adults ate instead of just the food the little kids ate like pizza and chips. I was anxious to eat this special meal because it was the first time I would try the pozole.
My middle name soon became McDonald’s To me fast food was my long lost lover, If I didn’t have a cheeseburger or French fries , I would have an ice cream milk shake. I was slowly poisoning my body with these toxics. Fried food was always calling my name. I couldn’t resist I was committing nutritional suicide. As a result I went from 200 lbs to 255.
Then, just when the children get used to it and settle in, the grown-ups rip it away and make them eat disgusting, healthy green stuff. Not cool, grown-ups, not cool. In Dr. Seuss's world, the grown-up gets a taste of his own medicine. Next thing you know, your children will be telling you what to eat. Get ready for candy, cookies and chocolate milk, every…single…day.
I had a sense of mirth as I was reading this essay; I even chuckled a few times to myself such as when Baker integrated a humorous part into the essay by stating, “The idea of prim Mr. Fleagle plucking his nipple from boneless gums was too much for the class”. (Baker, 1982) Another lesson Baker gives us in this essay would have to be, don’t be afraid and just to do it. When he had finally chosen to use the topic “The Art of Eating Spaghetti” (Baker, 1982), he had wanted to write it his own way and not by following the rules that
I visited Fijian, German, Filipino, Polynesian, Serbian, Polish, Russian, Scottish, Ukrainian, Thai, Italian, and Vietnamese tents. The very first thing that came to mind when witnessing the Folk Fair was Disney’s Epcot. In my opinion, one of the best things about different cultures is the food, so I obviously couldn’t wait to taste the heritage. I was slightly disappointed to realize that I’ve tasted most of what as offered, until I ran into the Germans. A German man made me what seemed like a cinnamon apple pancake, and it was paradise in my mouth.
At dinner table that evening. I could still remember my aunt made us pepperoni pizza smiled like wonderful juicy cheese melting down the warm crust. And the fried chicken wings looked so crispy and covered with the special handmade BBQ sauce. If it was any other day I would give the pizza and wings a big shot, but today I did not want even a single bite. During the dinner, everybody could tell there was something wrong with me.
Baker is given an assignment by Mr. Fleagle his eleventh grade English teacher, whom baker says, “To me he looked to be sixty or seventy and prim to a fault.” (p66/3/6-7) Inspired by the memories of a night the whole family was seated at the supper table eating spaghetti. Baker began to write “The Art of Eating Spaghetti,” in which Mr. Fleagle had given Baker an “A” providing the idea of becoming a writer. Baker uses a combination of the Figurative language to engage his audience with the use of a simile and alliteration in the second paragraph, “I hated the assignments to turn out “compositions,” and went at them like heavy labor, turning out leaden, lackluster paragraphs that were agonies for teachers to read and for me to write.” (P66/2/7-9) Here Baker uses a simile to compare the burden of writing a composition to heavy labor and paragraphs that were a pain to read, while keeping the reader engage with the use of alliteration. Notice in lines 8-9, “……and went at them like heavy labor, turning out leaden, lackluster paragraphs…” (p66/2/8-9) adding the repetitious consonant sound of the
They had smoked salmon, and milk. The cream on the milk was so creamy that they had to use a knife! This was the life that George had wanted for years, and he had it. He enjoyed the next week lounging around, picking alfalfa, watching Lennie feed the rabbits and eating the delicious food Candy was preparing. There was no Curley, no Tart to get them in trouble, No dead puppies, no running from anybody.
Just yesterday, I caught myself humming “Give me a break, Give me a break, break me off a piece of that Kit Kat Bar.” I also love how you can actually hear the “crunch” of the candy bar on TV, it makes me want to go to the store and grab one. And maybe it’s because of this commercial, but a Kit Kat is one of my favorite candy bars. Those are about the only two early ads that I remember, besides the one I am going to go more in depth with. As for more recent commercials, State Farm’s “Discount Double Check” with Aaron Rodgers of the Green Bay Packers is one of my favorites. I love the irony of it.