My favorite food:Pasta
In my opinion, the best food there is is the
versatile, beloved masterpiece; the simple and delectable- pasta. There
are so many fantastic types and dishes of it!
A few of the most renowned variations are the kid-favorite
macaroni and cheese and the rich, authentic spaghetti and meatballs.
These dishes showcase what are-I think- the two most sumptuous
accoutremonts for any noodle. Cheese and tomato sauce! Imagine the
homey plates of pasta-chili and spaghetti with cheddar, tomato sauce
and spaghetti and parmesan, or even the more gourmet- alfredo and
penne!
To presume that pasta is limited to
being paired with cheese or sauce would be preposterous! A whole other
world of additions lurk on menus and in cookbooks. For instance,
sometimes chicken is added to spice up a pile of noodles. Eating pasta
cold is not unheard of, either. One of my absolute favorite noodle
creations is the chilled pasta salad. Yum!
Not
only is pasta incredibly varied, but you can find it in almost every
country and restaurant in the world. Mostly, people imagine pasta to
come from Italy. It actually comes from China. I bet you could find
pasta in Mexico, Germany, Russia or even Brazil! Amazingly, the
restaurants that serve this delicious creation also vary- from fancy
Italian to our own Cincinnati favorite: Skyline. Gourmet to fast food-
I love it all!
I could probably go on and on
about the many scrumptious uses for pasta, but I?m late for dinner- and
guess what Mom?s serving? Mmmm...Pasta!
Posted by: alexandrap in: My entries
Modified on May 24, 2006 at 1:39 PM
She made a bracelet.
Crouching on a bench outside the girls? locker room,
Karen made a friendship bracelet. She sat in empty silence, with only
the bright, twisted threads for company, and listened for the sound of
Jenna?s voice near the door. A loud laugh broke through the door, and
Karen?s hands faltered. Miserably, she dropped her work and sighed,
glancing down at the other girl on the bench to make sure she hadn?t
heard. Karen almost wished she had.
As she leaned her head against the cool concrete
wall, she wondered about herself. To make a friendship bracelet for her
not-friend? Her old friend? Old ex-friend? Crazy. Karen sighed as she
tied the last pink-and-blue knot. Just then, the locker room doors
burst open, and the gaggle of giggling girls skipped out, arm in arm.
Jenna was in the middle, as always. With Amanda and
Kelly, of course. Her fantastic new friends. But, there was a chance
she would accept the bracelet. They had made so many years ago.
Karen tentatively shuffled up to the group, bracelet
in her outstretched hand. A shocked hush fell over the small crowd.
?Whaddaya want, twerp??? inquired Kelly nastily.
?Tryin? to strangle us with your dirty yarn?? Her curly red ponytail
bounced on her shoulders as she laughed with the others. Karen could
see that although Jenna?s mouth smiled, her big, brown eyes were somber
and regretful. Maybe Jenna cared, she thought.
?Yea, what?? prodded Jenna. Karen looked down at he
floor instead of up at Jenna. She brushed a strand of straight,
mousy-brown hair out of her watery, hazel eyes, and then muttered her
retort.
?I made you a friendship bracelet, Jenna.? she
mumbled. Instantly, Amanda dropped her jaw in fake astonishment.
Her sparkling green eyes betrayed the mischief of her
words.
?You know what Karen?? Amanda asked, ?Friendship bracelets are for your friends.
Let?s go, girls.? Rolling her eyes, she pranced off down the hall, the
rest of the posse at her heels. Only Jenna remained. Quietly, she
stared at Karen for a moment. Karen pushed her hand out with the
bracelet. Just take it, she
thought.Their eyes met for a moment. Then Jenna whirled around and
sprinted after her friends. To watch that blond ponytail bounce down
the hallway seemed to Karen like watching the end of the world. Her
only friend. But the world still had some surprises.
?Hi,? said the other bench-girl softly,?They?re real
jerks. I?m Maisie.? Karen turned, surprised, and a grin broke her
mournful face. She stared for a moment at Maisie, just smiling.
?Yea, they are,? Karen agreed,?I?m Karen. Want a
friendship bracelet?? Maisie grinned and nodded, holding out her wrist.
After all, friendship bracelets are for your friends !
Posted by: alexandrap in: My entries
Modified on January 11, 2006 at 2:07 PM