Fill My Hunger

12 O’Clock, sitting in front of my computer, my eyes can’t stop turning towards the kitchen, my stomach begging me for something to eat. The angel on my right side reminded me of my weight, that each kg lost is 1/2 a foot closer to my goal jump. The devil on my left was telling me of the satisfaction that I will get when I fill my stomach with the goodies.

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WHAT TO DO……

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6/14 Quote of the Day

“Be happier. Smile more. Love harder. Dream bigger. Achieve things beyond your wildest imagination with cupcakes.”

-Cupcake quotes

Yes, I shall do exactly that.

Raining Chocolate

4/2 Quote of the Day

“A crust eaten in peace is better than a banquet partaken in anxiety

-Aesop

wow…so true. Food always tastes better when you eat it in a happy atmosphere. My parents always said that you can’t digest food when you are bitter inside. We always had to make sure we keep the negatives inside and release the positive things when we’re eating~
-Raining Kim

4/1 Quote of the Day

“It’s difficult to think anything but happy thoughts while eating a homegrown tomato”

-Lewis Grizzard

I believe you can take out the homegrown tomato part and insert whatever food you want to eat or are eating right now, at this moment. For me though, it’s a store bought tomato. Same thing. I guess

-Raining Chocolate 

Oh well! C’est a la vie! Let’s move on with life.

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I understand. At the worst possible time, life throws at you the most horrible challenge yet and expects you to handle it. Sometimes, you’re forced to push past your limits and get out of your comfort zone against your own will. It seems like everything is crashing down on you- and you’re at your breaking point. It’s tough. Life’s tough. There are times in life that you’ll succeed, and times that you’ll fail. That’s typical. Life has it’s ups and downs- no one is truly happy at every point in their life.

I remember a time when I fell deep into sadness. It was completely uncalled for.

Every year, my Chinese school has a school-wide speech competition in which every single kid must get up on stage on that specific day and deliver to the audience (the rest of the students, teachers, and principal) in about 2-3 minutes. This isn’t that bad for me now, since I’m older and grown used to the stage, but when I was younger, it was totally terrifying. I was a shy kid to begin with, not to mention had a bad case of stage fright. My class would practice during class, but every time I got up in front of everyone, I’d freeze up, my hands would become clammy and I wouldn’t be able to say a word. I remember the night before my first speech competition, I stayed up memorizing what I would say because I couldn’t sleep. I probably repeated it almost a hundred times before I could trust that I knew it and went to bed. The next morning though, when I went up in front of everyone, my mind blanked out completely and I stammered for a couple seconds before I gave up and just got off the stage. I still remember hearing the pity claps I received. I felt so ashamed of myself afterwards. I went directly into the restroom and cried. I didn’t want to see anyone after that. I had that mentality that life was over for me. I didn’t want to go to Chinese school anymore, I was scared of facing everyone that saw me make a fool of myself.

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During times like this, it’s okay to cry. It’s okay to shrivel up and drown yourself in your sorrows. It’s okay to eat ice cream and feel depressed. But after that, there needs to be a recovery. You have to move on, stand up, and continue on with life. “Fall down five times, get up six.” That’s the only way you’ll be happy. You can’t let yourself remain in the past, remembering wretched memories and pondering over what could have been. Get help. Talk to a family member or friend, let your feelings out and then stand up strong. Live life with no regrets.

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It was my mother who got me out of my sadness. After I told her what I’d done in school that very day, she comforted me and allowed me to cry on her shoulder. She told me that life goes on, and that after a couple weeks, no one will remember that day. She told me to stop crying and to move on, that things will only get better from there. And she was right. That’s why when I saw the French phrase “C’est a la vie” during class last Monday I thought of my mom and how she changed my perspective on life. “C’est a la vie” basically means “Oh well, that’s life.” So since that’s the way life is, live it to the fullest. Make every second count. Don’t waste time on things that never happened.

So Chickeneers, if you’re at a tough part of your life right now, I want to tell you that you’re not alone. Talk it over with somebody and try to make the best of it. Think positive, and never look back. Keep moving on.

Best wishes,

Cinnamon Roll.

Food goes well with anything

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“When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.”

Familiar with this quote?

This is a great life lesson that teaches you about never giving up when you come across a boulder, don’t just give up, use your right side of your brains to think up of an idea. But to me, It’s telling me not to leave food to waste.

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Ever happen to you when you’re reading a book and parts of the book just make you think of food?

As I was reading All Quiet in the Western Front by  Erich Maria Remarque, I felt the pain and suffering seeping into my heart as the tragic stories were absorbed into my mind…

but at the same time, all I could think about was food.

Around the beginning of the book, the narrator talks about the front of the battle field and he refers to it as a “mysterious whirlpool…sucking me slowly, irresistibly, inescapably, into itself.” The deep representation of the front that the narrator describes as the whirlpool…just makes me think of delicious food.

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Just look at that.

The smell of  steak sucking me…slowly…irresistibly…making me drool like a dog looking at a big juicy bone.I’m sure that has happened to you before, not just with steak but with all kinds of food.

In another part of the book, there was a scene where the narrator describes:

“An uncertain red glow spreads along the skyline from one end to the other. It is the perpetual movement, punctuated with the bursts of flame…”

As a student in English class, I can imagine the strip of sky lined with red, and the horizon of the land sparking with flames here and there. The artistic view so dramatic yet to the soldiers, it would cause their hearts to beat faster, body pumping with adrenaline, mind racing at the thought of actually being at that spot in minutes.

But as I imagined that, I saw myself at a K-BBQ restaurant.

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In a crowded restaurant where everyone is almost back to back, you have to yell at your neighbor because of the noise. The smoke of the fire fill the room with delicious smell, and the sound of the meat sizzling makes you just more impatient. Occasionally, the flame rises above the grill and wave hello, which just makes your heart leap with excitement.

Another scene was when Paul (the main character) returns home for a break is nagged by his father about being in the front. Paul said that “he does not know that a man cannot talk of such things…it is too dangerous to put these things into words.”

That made me remember the many times I took a bite into the food and when someone asked me how it tasted, I just give them the look that says “You know I can’t describe it, so don’t even ask.”

Or I just let out a long groan of happiness. 🙂

You know,

sometimes, I feel like I might have that moment where when I take a bite, fireworks explode around me. Sparks of happiness surrounding me, tickling me with joy, as every bite makes me lust for more.

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These scenes remind me of all the good times I had with food, and I sit tight with eagerness, wondering as I get deeper into the novel, what other stories might my memories tell me of my life with food.

Has this ever happened to you?

Raining Chocolate

“When you first don’t succeed, try and try again.”

To be honest, I don’t like this saying too much. It’s overused. It’s gotten thrown around so many times that I don’t really want to use it anymore. But without it, I wouldn’t be able to describe my love for baking. Or basic movements for that matter, like walking. When I fell on the ground for the first time, I picked myself up and tried again. Even if I don’t remember any of it happening, I knew it occurred, because I can walk easily now on those same two feet. I find it amazing. And to think if I ever did give up on something the very first time I tried it, then I probably would’ve missed out.

Like baking. About a year ago, I had a horrible experience with baking. Since my parents usually store their pots and pans inside the oven, every time I wanted to bake, I had to make sure to bring all the cookware out before turning on the oven. One day, I forgot about the pans completely and preheated the oven. It wasn’t long until I started smelling this burning scent, but I ignored it. I figured it was probably just the oven preheating, that’s all. After 15 minutes or so, my father came into the kitchen and began inspecting the oven. He saw smoke come out from above it. He asked if I had anything inside, and still completely oblivious to the fact that all the pots and pans were heating up in there, I shook my head no. Once he opened it up for himself, heavy smoke filled the air. “How did you forget to take out the pots and pans?!” he yelled. “You could have burned the house down!” This huge amount of guilt washed over me. I apologized quickly, and helped my dad take out all the pots and pans out and into the backyard. There was even a small beginning of fire from pot wrapped around a cardboard box. A plastic lid melted completely and stuck onto the metal tray my mom kept in the oven. I felt horrible. The whole time I was carrying things out I thought of how stupid I was, and what I could do to make it up. I began to cry. I told myself I wouldn’t bake again, for fear that it might be worse next time. My dad forgave me, but I didn’t forgive myself.

It wasn’t until a month afterwards that I officially told my parents that I would give up on baking, because of all the trouble I caused from the last time I baked. They sat down with me and told me they forgive me, and not to be so hard on myself. They comforted me, saying they knew it was an accident and that everything was fine. They also said that I should continue to bake, and nothing little like this should stand in the way of my love for baking. It was because of that pep-talk that allowed me to look past that terrible experience and keep baking. I’m so happy that I was able to look past it, because if I didn’t, I would’ve lost something I loved to do.

That’s my little story on never giving up. I hope all you chickeneers out there won’t give up on what you love doing. If it makes you happy, don’t let anything stand in the way of it. Work hard and perfect your skill. Stay happy. 🙂

Here’s a cute penguin that might help: (click!)

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Credit: Chibird.

-Post by Cinnamon Roll.