2. Some special memories I have of this food is that I have always ate this since I was a little kid, about four or five. This food always brings to mind my grand mothers hospitality and her unique sense of love.
3. A plastic bowl laying right in front of me. In it, a steaming mountain of of sticky mushy grain. Its color was a light brown, as if it was died with soy sauce. in the big mountain, lay boulders of meat and eggs, lodged all around it. As I dug my spoon into the top of the mountain, I pulled out a bite size heap of rice, and shoveled it into my mouth. It tasted wonderful! A fusion of different meats and flavors collided in my mouth. I couldn't get enough of it.
4. The person I will be interviewing for this food is my grandma, and also my dad. The reason is because they both know how to make it the same and also know the history of how it came to be.
I like the descriptive words you chose. You should mention what nationality you are. I like how you explained how the bowl looked with the heap of rice. I can picture it in my head. You could add what flavors you taste. Salty? Spicy? Explain more on how you feel everytime you eat this dish. So we can get a sense of how much you actually like it. Good Job!
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