September 10, 2007

• Narrative #1

   

  My mom is in the kitchen.  She is standing over the sink, and she calls me over to turn on
  the water so she can wash the chicken. 
  She then asks me to open the wooden cabinet and find the garlic, basil,
  and paprika.  “Sprinkle a little of all
  three onto the chicken,” she tells me. 
  I love helping my mom cook, and this meal is for Rosh HaShana, the
  Jewish New Year.  The kitchen is full of
  delicious smells, and as I open the oven, I can see a sweet noodle pudding, the
  noodles toasting brown and sweet raisins on top.  Inside the refrigerator is a bag of apples.  I grab them for her, pull open the bag, and
  one by one hand them to her.  With both
  hands she rinses them under the sink, then places them on the cutting
  board.  With a sharp knife, she slices
  them in half, then in half again, making four quarters.  She takes extra care to cut out the seeds
  from the middle.  These apples she
  places in a clear bowl.  Later, they
  will be dipped in honey.  This is a
  tradition for all Jewish people, the sweet taste for a sweet year.

   

              Narrative #2

   

  When
  I went home, I did lots of things and had a lot of fun.  First I went to my bedroom.  In my room I read for a while.  Reading is something I love to do, because I
  enjoy fiction books and I learn a lot of things from reading books. Then my mom
  called me down to help her in the kitchen. 
  My mom was cooking food for the Jewish holiday, and everything smelled
  really good.  I like helping my mom
  cook, because it’s a lot of fun.  I
  helped her get ready, then my family sat down for dinner.  I was so full after eating, and then we had
  dessert.  I love having dinner with my
  family, and the food was delicious. 
  After dinner, I went for a bike ride around my neighborhood with one of
  my friends.

   

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