Enough!
Despite all 3 of my high school English teachers reprimanding me for use of one word sentences, I can’t possibly imagine a better compilation of letters to aptly express my frustration.
The name’s Beth. Editor-in-Chief of the school newspaper, highlights, Cross-Country runner, Badminton player, Key Club President, and the list goes on. This is not an attempt to gloat or flaunt “I’m-involved-in-so-many-more-activities-than-you” like some of my fellow peers, but rather to let you swim in my stream of consciousness for a second.
Despite all 3 of my high school English teachers reprimanding me for use of one word sentences, I can’t possibly imagine a better compilation of letters to aptly express my frustration.
The name’s Beth. Editor-in-Chief of the school newspaper, highlights, Cross-Country runner, Badminton player, Key Club President, and the list goes on. This is not an attempt to gloat or flaunt “I’m-involved-in-so-many-more-activities-than-you” like some of my fellow peers, but rather to let you swim in my stream of consciousness for a second.
A few moments ago, perplexed, I questioned myself “How the heck do I describe myself?” Like word vomit, the slew of accolades and other garbage I put on my resume poured from my lips. Don’t get me wrong, I love my involvement in these activities, but sometimes I feel I’ve pushed aside something that I’ve always loved.
Food.
Have no fear my friend, I do eat. What I really mean is all things food. Dishing up new creations, exploring unknown and obscure foods, and documenting the experiences with my quill and scroll all get my blood pumping.
Food.
Have no fear my friend, I do eat. What I really mean is all things food. Dishing up new creations, exploring unknown and obscure foods, and documenting the experiences with my quill and scroll all get my blood pumping.
Food is integral for all people to live, however, for me, it maintains a whole other level of respect.
I recently traveled to Puerto Rico, land of sand, sun, and lizards. While there, I sampled all the traditional plates and desserts they offered. The foods were rich, filling, and all laced with tangy and fiery spices. No meal was forgettable. I was baffled why I had never tasted Puerto Rican cuisine at home; after all I do live in Miami. Had my busy schedule turn me into a passive foodie, letting me chew on the mediocrity and monotony for months? Because, boy was I missing out! Now home, I say enough!
I recently traveled to Puerto Rico, land of sand, sun, and lizards. While there, I sampled all the traditional plates and desserts they offered. The foods were rich, filling, and all laced with tangy and fiery spices. No meal was forgettable. I was baffled why I had never tasted Puerto Rican cuisine at home; after all I do live in Miami. Had my busy schedule turn me into a passive foodie, letting me chew on the mediocrity and monotony for months? Because, boy was I missing out! Now home, I say enough!
This is a blog where I vividly document “all things food”. This is a blog where I post all my meets, treats, and food defeats in the kitchen. This is a blog where I serve up a little food and thought.
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