Querencia Final Draft

         When times get rough and i feel like im shattered in a million pieces i find myself saying " I just wanna go home ", The only place i can pull myself together and blow off all the uneccesary stress. After long days of stressful homework, bad practices or negative people it feels great to come home where i feel like myself and to the people that only lift me higher.

       I throw off my footwear and open the cold screen door, the chilly wind blew threw my body refreshing my skin. " Finally home " I queitly said to myself. Throwing my 100 pound bag on the floor felt like a relief, but yet i still feel so much weight on my shoulders bringing me more down and down each and every day. All the problems rushed through my head making me over think," why do I care about other people's opinions? " " why do I try so hard on things but never get exactly what I want?" I ask myslef while tears slowly roll down my face.

          I take a glance of all the pictures and memories scattered all along my wall, each and every picture has such a special meaning. Pictures with my family, friends, all my achievements and each and every moment I was the happiest. This gave me a pleasing reality check, reminding me how much I achieved, how much great things I do, and how i always strive and try my best. Giving me a positive attitude towards myself.  

         My family's comfort is nothing compared to anyone else's. Unlike other people I'd rather stay home and spend quality time with my family then go out with my friends. When it comes to my grandmas baking, my brothers jokes, or my moms lectures these always tend to soothe me down. 

       Rather then other places, Home is where i can be myself. Where everyone accecpts me for who i am and i dont have to impress anyone.Where I can think things out and be with the people that make me the happiest. All the drama and issues become nothing to me, There really is " no  place like home ".

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Roots and Recipes final draft

         As i sat down in the living room switching through all the channels on my tv, The ruckus in the kitchen made it hard for me to listen to my favorite show. I immediatly stood up and hurried to the kitchen to see what was going on. With no words said, I observed my mom bring out all the recipes as it laid throughout the whole table. Then she brought out the cutting board quickly cutting each and every carrot, string beans, cabbage,shrimp, and celary. Placing all the vegtables to the side, she brought out the fresh meat then carefully sliced it with the knife in even pieces.Instead of sitting around i stood up and started stirring the thick noodles around in different directions.
       " Mom why are you making such a humongous bowl, all for me? " I said, she giggled and said " No silly! Today is papas 70ths birthday" I sat down near the counter and continued observing my mom." Why do we always make pancit for everyone's birthdays" I asked. My mom poured the first batch of pancit in the pan then came to sit by me, " We enjoy making pancit on our family's and friends birthdays because noodles represent having long life, so on birthdays it's traditional to cook pancit so they have many more birthdays to come!"
   I was very anxious till all my family gathered together so we could feast on my moms pancit, but I was even more anxious to learn how to make this delicious dish all on my own. "When did you learn how to make pancit" I asked. " After high school when I went to college grandma and grandpa weren't there to make it for me anymore, so I wanted to keep the tradition going when one of my roommates, friends or family had a birthday I could make it for them!"
    The buzzer rang and meant that all the batches of pancit were done. I carefully grabbed each pan and placed them on the table, couple seconds after I watched all my family members rush to table as if everyone was in a race and wanted to be in first place. It was such a wonderful thing to see, Everyone smiling and demanding my mother to tell them her secret recipe for this wonderful pancit. I caught myself smiling and knew I wanted to pass this tradition down from generation to generation.
     Finally, I grabbed my bowl and filled it up to the tippy top. I took my first bite, The noodles and chicken were drenched with a million different flavors while all the vegetables were gave everything an extra taste. This dish truly makes me wish my mom could make it everyday.

Rough draft , Roots and Recipes

     I woke up to the mixture of noodles, chicken and my favorite vegetables scent mingling around the air as if it was gently whispering in my ear, " wake up malina, ur favorite dish is downstairs"  My stomach rumbled as if I haven't ate for centuries so I immediately leaped out of my bed and hurried downstairs.
     I carefully watched my mom mix everything together in the very large bowl, " Mom why are you making such a humongous bowl, all for me? " I said, she giggled and said " No silly! Today is papas 70ths birthday" I sat down near the counter and continued observing my mom." Why do we always make pancit for everyone's birthdays" I asked. My mom poured the first batch of pancit in the pan then came to sit by me, " We enjoy making pancit on our family's and friends birthdays because noodles represent having long life, so on birthdays it's traditional to cook pancit so they have many more birthdays to come!"
   I was very anxious till all my family gathered together so we could feast on my moms pancit, but I was even more anxious to learn how to make this delicious dish. "When did you learn how to make pancit" I asked. " After high school when I went to college grandma and grandpa weren't there to make it for me anymore, so I wanted to keep the tradition going when one of my roommates, friends or family had a birthday I could make it for them!"
    The buzzer rang and meant that all the batches of pancit were done. I carefully grabbed each pan and placed them on the table, couple seconds after I watched all my family members rush to table as if everyone was in a race and wanted to be in first place. It was such a wonderful thing to see, Everyone smiling and demanding my mother to tell them her secret recipe for this wonderful pancit. I caught myself smiling and knew I wanted to pass this tradition down from generation to generation.
     Finally, I grabbed my bowl and filled it up to the tippy top. I took my first bite, The noodles and chicken were drenched with a million different flavors while all the vegetables gave everything an extra taste. This dish truly makes me wish my mom could make it everyday.

Food I will be describing

The food I will be describing is pancit, I have a lot of special memories when makeing this with my aunty for family parties or when my mom would make it for me because she knew it was one of my favorite Filipino foods. I remember when coming home from school starving and a huge breeze of my favorite pancit recipes would blow at me right when I open the door. As I walk closer to the kitchen I smell the cabbage, carrots and other vegetables scent mingling in the air such as it was pulling me more towards the bowl. I will be interviewing my mom.