In english class, we're doing what I think is my favorite project yet. We're supposed to cook a food that has a memory behind it, write a short story describing that memory and bring a sample of it for everybody in class. It's going to be like a potluck in there today which is aweeesome! Anyways, so I did my project on blueberry muffins (Of course. What else?) Here's the food-memory paper explaining my love for blueberry muffins. Well, sort of...
Blueberry muffins; All throughout my childhood and even now as I begin to transform into an “adult”, I still yearn for blueberry muffins and milk. I cannot for the life of me explain why I have this grand obsession over blueberry muffins, or for it to be accompanied by milk. All I know is that it’s a wonderful idea and that this wonderful idea is starting to make it around different breakfast tables all across Kentucky, thanks to me. I can date my love for blueberry muffins back to since I was a very small child. And because I was very young and had (well still do) an unnatural gift for randomness and not doing things as expected, I always eat blueberry muffins with milk; and a spoon in hand. And not just a little bit of milk either, but a lot. This single muffin has to be a minute island completely surrounded and almost engulfed by an ocean of milk lapping at its sides. Once I’m satisfied, I then take my spoon and completely demolish the muffin. I then repeat this process until I’m full which is usually after just a couple of muffins. After beginning that ritual as a child, I’ve stuck to it and practiced it every time that I eat one now. Just last summer I stayed at a cabin down in Nolin Lake with my family and some friends, and when my Mum was taking suggestions for breakfast the next morning, I of course shouted out with extreme force, “BLUEBERRY MUFFINS!!!” Everyone could see what a fantastic idea that is and could also clearly see my lust for them, so we got them the next morning. Everyone marveled in my strange muffin-eating habit, but by seeing my happiness after completing one muffin, they decided to give it a try. It all of course turned out wonderfully, and many family members and friends have converted to muffin-and-milk eating.
Blueberry muffins; All throughout my childhood and even now as I begin to transform into an “adult”, I still yearn for blueberry muffins and milk. I cannot for the life of me explain why I have this grand obsession over blueberry muffins, or for it to be accompanied by milk. All I know is that it’s a wonderful idea and that this wonderful idea is starting to make it around different breakfast tables all across Kentucky, thanks to me. I can date my love for blueberry muffins back to since I was a very small child. And because I was very young and had (well still do) an unnatural gift for randomness and not doing things as expected, I always eat blueberry muffins with milk; and a spoon in hand. And not just a little bit of milk either, but a lot. This single muffin has to be a minute island completely surrounded and almost engulfed by an ocean of milk lapping at its sides. Once I’m satisfied, I then take my spoon and completely demolish the muffin. I then repeat this process until I’m full which is usually after just a couple of muffins. After beginning that ritual as a child, I’ve stuck to it and practiced it every time that I eat one now. Just last summer I stayed at a cabin down in Nolin Lake with my family and some friends, and when my Mum was taking suggestions for breakfast the next morning, I of course shouted out with extreme force, “BLUEBERRY MUFFINS!!!” Everyone could see what a fantastic idea that is and could also clearly see my lust for them, so we got them the next morning. Everyone marveled in my strange muffin-eating habit, but by seeing my happiness after completing one muffin, they decided to give it a try. It all of course turned out wonderfully, and many family members and friends have converted to muffin-and-milk eating.
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