The first memorable meal I’m going to tell you about is the last meal I ate with my grandma.
Toasted hoagie rolls, fresh garlic and onions sizzling in the cast iron skillet, provolone cheese melting on
top of finely shaved ribeye meat. Her famous homemade Philly cheese steaks. The last meal we ate
together.
Another meal that comes to mind is the first meal I prepared in my very first apartment. It’s actually
kind of funny now, peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I know it’s not your idea memorable meal, but it’s
memorable to me because it was more than a meal it was Independence.
The last meal is really just my favorite meal, so I guess that’s why it’s so memorable. Lasagna.
Fresh oregano, roasted garlic, Italian sausage, creating a beautiful aroma enveloping you in a feeling of
love. This meal stands out for me, because every time I make it I do so with joy and excitement for the
finished product. I really take pride in making this meal.
It was a normal night in our house, my aunt was in the kitchen sautéing onions, bell peppers and
garlic. Something about that night I can’t explain it but the aroma was amazing. I can still remember the
way the meat made this sizzling sound as it was cooking. How we were all excited discussing the kind of
day we had. The smell of the hoagie rolls as they were toasting in the oven. It was going to be a good night
our favorite meal in the house we had just moved in. A good night it was, we ate, we laughed and we cried.
I will never forget that meal, it the last meal I ate with my grandma.
Captivating is a word I like to use when I describe my personal style of writing. I love how writing
allows me to express my feelings, being that I’m very shy and often uncomfortable in social settings writing
has always been a form of self expression especially when I was younger, and felt like my voice was not
important enough to be heard.
