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For me, there no better meal than fried chicken and mash potatoes, preferably when my mother makes it. When she dose, the mash potatoes is never lumpy, never watery. Just the right amount of salt, than to top it off, she adds the world best gravy. Now about the fried chicken, give me a moment to come up with the right way to portray this superbly tasteful piece of chicken. My mother likes to make it very crispy on the outside but tender and juicy on the inside. After my mother makes that dish, I’m willing on doing anything she asks of me. I guess the way to a man heart is through his stomach.

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Well the topic that I picked for this semester was the food series, so I’ll like to start off by telling you some of the foods that I love to eat. My top five are beef ribs, mac & cheese, pizza, mash potatoes and of course fried chicken. As far as today, all I had to eat were two Spanish beef patties for breakfast and some Life saver gummies in the afternoon. Not too healthy right? Yeah, I know. But I did have a bottle of water, so that one point for me. Lol and it was a liter bottle so make that two points. But I promise I’ll eat healthier tomorrow. Later that night I had rice and chicken for dinner and that was it for the day. wow, maybe i'm not a health freak.

about me

Born February 7, 1987 into a six member Haitian family, it was hard to find out where I fit in my household needless to say in the outside world. As many people would say growing up the youngest has its ups and downs. The ups were always knowing that I have my parents love and attention; however, the downs were getting beat up by my brothers and sisters for it. Now that I look back at it, it wasn’t too bad; somewhat like growing pain. I say that because, even thought it suck going through it, it didn’t last. And believe it or not, it even got me closer to my siblings. I can remember one day when I was ten years old, I borrow my oldest jeans which I haven’t seen him wore in years, which he couldn’t even fit in, but just as the sky is blue, when he seen me in his jeans the fight was on. But the difference in this case than any other in the past is that I didn’t “run and tell mommy” but I stood up and try my best to fight him off and as much as I wanted to win, he had beat me up and down. When everything was over he ask me if I was going to tell mom, and as upset I was for losing the fight I didn’t want to say any but I let out a small “no”. The next thing he told me was that I can keep the jeans, so I guess it wasn’t all a loss. That was the turning point not only for me and my brother but for the rest of my sibling as well and it was all because at that point I started to take reasonability for myself and stop hiding under my parent’s wings.
Starting this essay I mention how I wouldn’t know how to fit in the outside world if I didn’t even know how to fit my own household but because of all of the things I been through with my family, it have shape and molded into the person that I need to be to do just that. Because I learn how to stand up to my brothers and sisters, I was able to stand up to those I didn’t know. An example of that is of course after school bully. When I first started middle school there were some kids who thought it would be funny (at lest for them) to make fun of my sneaker. The confidence that I gain for the different conflict with my brothers and sisters allow me to stand up for myself which catch the bully off guard and eventually made him back down. Whenever I think of my brothers and sisters in this regard the saying “what don’t kill you only make you stronger “come to mind. My family had a lot to do with the person I am today, so I’m grateful to my brothers and sisters for my so call “growing pain”.