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Food Memoir. Eating it when it first comes out of the oven is an extraordinary
experience. The steam rises, omitting a delightful ...
... memoir she actually stoops so low as to surreptitiously eat a “huge family sized
Hershey chocolate bar” while the rest of the family scavengers for food. ...
... As our teacher proclaimed in the class, “write a memoir on yourself, that is
unforgivable to you ... I managed a few bites of food just before we were off for the ...
... She experienced lack of food, never ending hiding from occupants and looking for
a place to stay. ... Sometimes during reading this memoir I had tears in my eyes. ...
... to stay loyal to his sick and dying father, bringing him what food he could ... Through
reading Elie Wiesel’s memoir, it is not difficult to see how strong of an ...
Submitted by djtanner on April 27, 2006
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Eating it when it first comes out of the oven is an extraordinary experience. The steam rises, omitting a delightful aroma that will make any mouth water. The gooey pools of cinnamon and brown sugar juxtapose mountains of crusty goodness; sit atop a moist, firm cake. Sliding a knife through the warm cake in order to retrieve a piece from the center; which is the most delectable part; promotes anticipation for the moment when the cinnamon, brown sugar and cake, can touch the lips. Placing a piece in the mouth and feeling its soft yet crunchy texture as well as tasting its sweet and spicy flavors, creates a wonderful feeling of love and joy. Eating it with a cup of piping hot coffee makes the dish even more enjoyable.
As far back as I can remember my mother had always made coffee cake. My parents are both teachers so when we would get enough snow to where Anne Arundel County Public Schools would call a snow day, my mother would get up early and make the family coffee cake for breakfast. As a child I remember waking up to the smell of the sweet, spicy treat and knowing that there was no school that day. This would automatically create a felling of over-exuberance just knowing that I did not have to go to school. Secondly, I would be ecstatic knowing that I could play outside in the snow all day. This creates memories of playing with my neighborhood friends and building huge snow people, snow forts and playing commando with snow balls.
I remember running downstairs in my pajamas to grab a piece of coffee cake, but the piece would have to be out of the center since that is where the cinnamon and sugar collected into puddles of sweet heaven. The coffee cake next to the edge of the pan was too crunchy for me so I always left those pieces for my father and sister. I would put my center piece of coffee cake on a small plate, pour myself a glass of milk (now that I'm older, it's coffee) and run into the living room to watch weekday cartoons; or...
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