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Please support us by disabling your ad blocker on our site., i love to cook, and it’s not because my mom taught me, how a little bit of free time and patience steered me into the kitchen.

Before coming to college, I could confidently prepare three kinds of food for myself: pasta, sautéed vegetables, and smoothies. During high school, I felt like this was more than enough to sustain me for the rest of my life. If not, I used to tell my mom that I hoped I’d make enough money to have a personal chef. I never wanted to prepare, cook, or clean up meals. Oh, how the times have changed.

I’m not sure where my aversion to cooking came from. My best guess is that in high school, I was always in a rush, so cooking seemed like a luxury I couldn’t afford. I often needed to eat in the ten–minute windows between school and practice. My mom is a great cook, but I never thought deeply about eating her food because at the end of the day—it was a race to eat my dinner so I could get back to my homework.

When asked to help with preparations for dinner, I would groan. To me, cooking was housework, and I wasn’t a fan. I would peel potatoes, cut the ends off of green beans, and chop onions. I would even make my brothers shuck corn for me in return for favors. I hated it that much.

It’s not that my mom never taught me to cook. If I would’ve asked to learn, she would have been excited to help me. But I never did.

My mom tells me I’m impatient. As the oldest of three younger brothers, I’ve become accustomed to waiting for things to happen: waiting for them to be old enough to talk to, to get their shoes on to leave the house, to get down the ski slopes. I’ve never been good at waiting for meals at restaurants, or for breaks from school. I guess I’ve never wanted to cook with her, because I was impatient and hated having to be told what to do.

This past summer, with more free time after graduating from high school, and with the anticipation of only eating out of dining halls, I became more eager to cook. I made a smoothie every morning and perfected my recipes. I made chickpea pasta combinations almost every day for lunch. I had no idea what I was doing. I experimented. One day, I’d add capers and lemon, and the next day, it would just be lemon and tomato sauce. I began to tell how much oil the vegetables needed in order to be cooked, how the pasta felt when it was ready, and what the aroma was when my creation was ready to be eaten. I’d never been told how much to salt things or how to cook veggies. I flipped the veggies like I’d seen my dad flip bacon—it was often a mess. I would spend a lot of time cooking and cleaning, forcing my mom or brothers to try what I had made. It was nothing special, but it was something I had created on my own: no recipes, no instruction.

Something clicked during the first semester at Penn. All of a sudden I was craving a kitchen environment. While talking to my college house director one night at a house–wide dinner, she mentioned that I could cook in her apartment for her, her husband, and eight of my friends. I took up the opportunity—despite still only knowing how to cook pasta, veggies, and smoothies—and we set a date.

My friend and I came up with a menu: pesto pasta (I was confident I could cook that, at least), chicken, and Brussels sprouts.

We ended up getting a pre–seasoned chicken to keep things safe. We went to their apartment in the Quad an hour before everyone else and starting cooking. I’d ask her for oil, salt, pepper, butter, etc. I cut the Brussels sprouts and seasoned them as I’d done at home. Still, without any real knowledge on the proper way to cook, I rolled with it. I added dates, capers, bacon, and lemon. It was a random collection of ingredients—things that I thought would work well together. I got lucky. It ended up really good.

That night changed me. I was cooking for ten people, in a kitchen I’d never been in, and without any knowledge of how to cook what I was cooking. I told a friend who wasn’t at the dinner about this afterwards, and she was astounded that I’d had the confidence to do that without a repertoire of recipes.

The conversations that we had at that dinner in the Quad made me so happy. I loved Penn, but I was missing a homestyle forum. We talked about school and family while sharing home–cooked food, and went in for second and third servings.

Suddenly, I was enveloped in cooking. I went home for winter break and made cookies, my Brussels sprouts recipe, and plenty of pasta. I even tried to follow some recipes.

Over spring break, I cooked dinner for my extended family. I bought cod, pasta, and carrots to prepare. Following a recipe for the first time in my life, I pan–cooked the cod in a bath of chickpea, onions, mint, and oil. With the pasta, I thought about what might taste good and put it on top: garlic, parsley, salt, and butter. I also tried to replicate Magic Carpet's cookies by adjusting a recipe for oatmeal applesauce cookies. In the end, as I was running out of time (amateur mistake!), my mom prepared the carrots and my brother made the cookies, but all under my instructions. I even felt fancy, and put out some burrata with crackers and olive oil. Is that how it is served? I’m not sure, but my family liked it!

Bobby Flay would be insulted by my technique, but my family and friends love my cooking, whether they know I’m improvising or not. And it makes me love it too.

Figuring out how to cook on my own has made me more confident. I may not know the proper techniques, but I’m confident that that will come with time. Some might call it bullshitting, but I call it finesse.

Wisdom You Knead: What I Learned Baking With My Mother

Baking with my mother taught me how to love what we create—and when to let go.

Serious Eats / Kristina Closs

When I am in middle school, my mom confirms that I am, in fact, a baked good.

“Children are like bread,” she explains to me one night at the kitchen table as we talk about the kind of person I am and the kind of person I will become. “You can choose which ingredients you will add to the mix when they are younger and there is still time to shape them after the dough has risen. But once you put them in the oven, it’s difficult to do much else.”

“You’re already in the oven,” she tells me. “It’s all you now.”

Growing up, my mother was the director in the kitchen, but she always invited me to contribute to her culinary production, especially during the monthly occurrence of what we called Baking Day. Pounding hazelnuts with a small brass hammer for chocolate chip hazelnut cookies; folding the yogurt and semolina flour together for namoura, a semolina cake soaked in orange blossom syrup with sliced almonds on top; braiding four elastic strands of dough into loaves of Swiss bread. These were some of my small but essential tasks when it came time every several weeks to replenish our pantry and freezer with nourishments and treats.

By the time I wake up on one such Baking Day, my mom is already zipping around the kitchen in her floral cotton house dress, the one with pockets. Framed by a jet black pixie, her fair cheeks (which she often describes as “tahini” colored) are flush from activity. Her mug of Earl Grey with a splash of milk is almost empty, and the determined look on her face has my nine-year-old self sitting up straighter in expectation. She butters me the last slice of raisin bread and pours me a cup of milk with a splash of tea. As I eat my breakfast, we go over the plan. She consults her yellowing spiral recipe notebook, confirming steps under her breath as she flips between pages of her Arabic script and pasted-in photocopies from old magazines.

Serious Eats / Kristina Closs; Photograph by Natalie Jabbar

I watch as she kneads dough briskly with her pale, veiny knuckles. This dough will become triangle pastries stuffed with sautéed spinach, onions, and sumac, known as fatayer, and manakeesh, hand-sized pizzas painted with olive oil and za’atar that my mother gets from Palestine via a local grocer.

My most important job during all of this is to pay attention and absorb as she narrates each step of the process. Although my mother had a tendency to turn many experiences into a classroom, I had learned from girlhood that the kitchen was at the heart of Najat’s School of Life.

“Natalie, always remember to roast the nuts before you put them in the batter.”

“This is how I learned to cook from my grandmother, Natalie.”

“Don’t forget: you’re in charge, not the spatula.”

The smell of cookies, bread, and roasting nuts begins traveling through the house. “Natalie, did you close the bedroom doors?” my mother will inevitably ask, reminding me of her conviction that kitchen smells belong in the kitchen.

Each time she slides something in or out of the oven, she notes the time on a piece of paper stuck to the fridge with a magnet. Nothing will be burned under her watch.

Serious Eats / Kristina Closs. Photograph courtesy of Natalie Jabbar

Hours and dozens of trays later, we sit down to enjoy the labors of our day. Before she raises anything to her mouth, she will hold it gently for a moment, her eyeglasses slipping down her nose as she rotates it in front of her. When I laugh at her, she tells me she has the right to admire her creations. Sometimes I catch her looking at me the same way.

When I moved off to college, I could only participate in a Baking Day about once a year. A decade later, my mom moved in with me, and we became roommates for a while before becoming the neighbors we are now. When we were apart, my mother’s dough metaphor developed into something of a touchstone. “I’ve been in the oven for a while now,” I’d say to myself when I needed reassurance on why I can’t stop fussing over some small details like writing the perfect message in a birthday card or un-seeing a tiny, stubborn oil stain from a blouse. I reminded myself of it when I met my partner in our thirties and some of our habits felt intractable. Would he ever get excited about cleaning? Would I ever learn to be spontaneous? I bring the dough metaphor up with my mom when I’m picking up groceries for her and she tells me to check the expiration date and get her the newest product, the package in the back. Every. Single. Time. “You’re pretty much a crouton now,” I joked once. She didn’t disagree.

On other days, I wrestle with my mother’s notion, dismissing it as an unyielding view from a former early childhood teacher who of course believes that childhood is the foundational time in an individual’s life. Can’t I still evolve as the years pass? Have I really not fundamentally changed since I was a young girl standing at my mother’s elbow as she measured cup after cup of flour?

Serious Eats / Kristina Closs; Photograph courtesy of Natalie Jabbar

“Don’t worry,” I now remember her saying, “there’s always time to add a little egg wash in between rounds or some sesame seeds or jam once you’re out.”'

I am now nearly the same age my mother was when I was growing in her womb—a fully-baked 35-year-old. Only recently have I realized that what she was really sharing with her bread analogy was her personal parenting philosophy.

For my entire childhood, she poured her stories, her quirks, her pain, her strength, and her joy into me—her only child—folding each piece together with precision, vitality, and care. She gave me the freedom to rise and take shape in the world, knowing she had given me all the ingredients she had in her pantry, with all the love she brought to every Baking Day. Her metaphor was never about the making and baking of the dough; it was about trusting her work and then letting go.

Tonight, my mom and I sit at her kitchen table together, drinking tea and eating her homemade ma’moul—semolina shortbread cookies filled with dates or nuts and dusted with powdered sugar. I remember how each cookie fell from the intricate wooden Damascene mold that she would press the dough into before thwacking it against the granite counter, and I remember how I used to put my small hand out to catch each one.

These cookies are the only thing she made this morning, her knuckles now swollen with arthritis. I tell her about my week, the projects I’m working on, the meals I’m creating, the friends I’ve gathered. She holds the cookie mid-bite, as she always did, but this time looks past it to my face. In her quick glance I see both pride and a flicker of admiration. She is proud of the adult I’ve become with the ingredients she has given me, her most cherished dough.

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What My Mother’s Cooking Taught Me

She was a midcentury housewife with an innovative style and a taste for fine ingredients. That care in the kitchen shaped my approach as a food writer and home cook.

By Florence Fabricant

Whenever I slice and sauté onions, I think of my mother.

No, she did not make me cry, but her meticulous handling of a mundane kitchen task left a lasting impression, one that informs my own cooking. Slice the onions and monitor their progress in the skillet so the result is a bronzed, sweetly fragrant tangle. Do not rush: Keep the heat on medium, and stir frequently to guarantee no bitter burned edges.

Born in 1908, my mother, Annette Newman Gertner, was a Jewish American housewife from Manhattan. Before I was born, she was a secretary at an advertising agency, Lord & Thomas , where she had to sign letters using a fake man’s name. (They did not want a woman’s on the correspondence.) But cooking was in her DNA, and now in mine.

She learned from her mother, Fanny Newman, who was born in Russia and died when my mother was 19 — and for whom I was named. But my mother’s cooking went well beyond the chopped liver , stuffed cabbage, kasha varnishkes and chicken soup of her Eastern European background, both in attention to detail and imagination.

She would inspect chicken livers to excise discolored spots, and singe pinfeathers off chicken over a gas flame. Her chicken soup had to be clear gold, strained through a linen napkin, with “small eyes” of fat, as she put it, not globs like floating paddleboards. Before cooking a leg of lamb or shanks, she would peel off the chewy silver skin.

Innovation was her style. She did not throw hamburgers on our backyard grill. Rather, she seared slices of filet mignon for sandwiches and grilled whole beef tenderloins for parties. She loved dining out with my father, Lee Gertner, and would sometimes incorporate what she tasted in her own cooking, like broiling lamb chops medium-rare instead of the leaden well-done of the 1950s.

While I cannot recall her consulting many written recipes, preferring to follow her own instincts, I enjoyed cooking at her side, and saw how she tweaked flavor with a spritz of lemon or another pinch of salt. Now that my children and grandchildren are accomplished cooks, I regret that they were never able to share the kitchen with their Nana. They would have experienced the meaning of patience and generosity.

There was nothing special in her arsenal: Her kitchen, which was not kosher, was equipped with everyday cast-iron and Farberware cookware, a well-worn wooden chopping bowl and mezzaluna, a glass double boiler, an enameled oval blue-and-white-speckled roaster and a pressure cooker. But she insisted on having a Chambers range — top of the line in the 1940s.

She loved to entertain and did so frequently, with the dinnerware, linens, serving pieces, Limoges fish set and crystal stemware necessary, in her view, to accommodate and, yes, impress her guests. Even for family meals in the kitchen, a bottle of milk or maple syrup would be decanted into a pitcher, a habit that I carry forward, with wine the singular exception.

When shopping for food, she was demanding. The butcher and fishmonger at the local Gristedes market catered to her, as did an Italian greengrocer, setting aside her favorite black-seeded Simpson lettuces. I recall expeditions from Westchester County to Macy’s Manhattan food shops for croissants, the ones my parents preferred, and wine and imported cheeses.

Care and inventiveness were not just culinary routines; they reflected how she kept her home and how she dressed. Her taste was more elevated than that of her sisters and most of her friends. I still wonder what influenced her, and wish I had asked her. She wore samples from cutting-edge American designers like Pauline Trigère , Claire McCardell and Arnold Scaasi obtained by her Madison Avenue dressmakers. She had a shoe salesman at Saks and someone who made her hats.

She treasured individuality, never wanting to wear what “they’re wearing,” or handbags that displayed logos, and she sought offbeat touches that expressed her desire to be distinctive, like a bathing suit with one shoulder strap, or a chic black velvet outfit with an unlikely white pique collar. When she died, in 1975, I inherited 120 pairs of gloves — silk-lined kid in different lengths and colors. So many gloves became necessary because she had rheumatoid arthritis, and as her fingers gnarled, she required bigger sizes.

Her love of individuality came out in other ways, too. Unlike many women of the time, she was surprisingly adept around an automobile engine, and she loved to fish, traveling with my father to Florida for bonefish and to Maine for landlocked salmon. I did not inherit the fishing gene but, growing up, I welcomed being part of a household that valued good food both at the stove and in restaurants: That appreciation generated and shaped my decadeslong career writing about food, and to some extent, my very being.

So did her social life. My parents were partygoers, attending benefit dinners and regularly visiting supper clubs like the Blue Angel . And they were devoted to the restaurant scene, frequenting the lavish Forum of the Twelve Caesars , a French seafood bistro called L’Armorique and the more elaborate Chateaubriand , now just memories. They also liked Pietro’s and Pen and Pencil for steaks, and, before theater, the Algonquin, all still in business today. My father loved going to Dominick’s on Arthur Avenue in the Bronx; my mother did not, so I was corralled. But my mother prepared his favorite steak “Italian-style,” rubbed with olive oil and garlic, and strewn with parsley.

I remember those steaks. I can make her peerless chopped liver and chicken soup by heart. Her braised lamb shanks with bell peppers and onions , a study in succulence, were her version of a dish from the Balkan-Armenian , a restaurant on East 27th Street. Her potato noodles were a family recipe. She also loved to roast whole racks of veal, slathered with a mosaic of onions and oranges run through in a small iron meat grinder clamped to the kitchen counter. I’ve streamlined the recipe using a food processor and downscaled it with chicken.

My mother would have welcomed the food processor. But chicken instead of veal? Doubtful.

Recipes: Braised Lamb Shanks With Peppers | Chicken With Orange and Onion | Potato Noodles

And to Drink …

Lamb is one of red wine’s best friends. Fine Bordeaux, Burgundy, Rioja and Chianti Classico all go beautifully with tender lamb chops and savory roasts. These braised lamb shanks, however, with their deep, rich flavor, require something more robust. A great choice would be a Southern Rhône, such as a good Gigondas or even a Châteauneuf-du-Pape, though I would steer away from more alcoholic examples. Languedoc blends would be delicious, too, as would grenache-based wines from Spain or the United States. You could try a cabernet sauvignon from California or Washington State, or even a St.-Émilion from Bordeaux. I might also try a restrained Australian shiraz or grenache-mourvèdre-syrah blend. A xinomavro from Greece or a nero d’Avola from Sicily would work well, too. ERIC ASIMOV

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Florence Fabricant is a food and wine writer. She writes the weekly Front Burner and Off the Menu columns, as well as the Pairings column, which appears alongside the monthly wine reviews. She has also written 12 cookbooks. More about Florence Fabricant

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Writing city tech, one blog at a time, my favorite five dishes that my mom makes.

Mother’s Day is just around the corner and today I am not writing about a restaurant I’ve tried , but instead I would like to share with you seven dishes that my mom makes that I absolutely love. My mom is one of the best chefs I know because she really does put a lot of heart and soul in cooking and the food. When we have a feast to honor our ancestors, mom is always the one that cooks and every time the feast is always delicious. Although I know how to cook already, I want to be as great as my mom is.

This is my mom’s Pan-Fried Salmon with Tomatoes that I absolutely adore. This is really my favorite salmon dish and full of flavor and deliciousness. I thought it was a complicated recipe, but apparently it’s very simple and I have tried making it before and it’s easy!

This is Zongzi or Joong and it’s a traditional Chinese food made with glutinous rice stuffed with different fillings and wrapped with bamboo leaves. My family and I typically make and eat these during the fifth month of the lunar calendar. My mom always makes these and adds a lot of fillings and makes her own salted eggs. Her joong is always number one to me.

These are Fa Gao and it is a Chinese cupcake-like pastry, mostly consumed on Chinese New Year, but my mom does make these when she has the time. I truly enjoy eating the Fa Gao my mom makes versus the ones from the Chinese bakeries because it’s usually colored with food dye. My mom doesn’t use food dye at all and she uses brown sugar instead of white sugar. They are extremely fluffy and moist!

This is my mom’s famous Vermicelli with dried shrimp and she makes this just about every Chinese holiday or for our birthdays or whenever we request for it. It’s extremely tasty and it never gets tiring to eat. This dish also represents longevity.

These are some of my favorite dishes that my mom makes.

What are your favorite dishes that your mother makes? What do you like most about it?

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My Mother's Delicious Food

Favorite Quote: “Live your truth. Express your love. Share your enthusiasm. Take action towards your dreams. Walk your talk. Dance and sing to your music. Embrace your blessings. Make today worth remembering.”

I love everything that my Mother makes, Whether it is a spicy dish or the cake she bakes. I love the fragrance that comes from her tasty food, The fragrance is so good that it can change anybody’s mood. I love my mom’s delicious toasts, It can attract anybody-Gods or ghosts. I love when my mother cooks the tasty rice, It makes me intelligent and wise. My mother’s delicious meals, Fills me with energy and zeal. The world’s best cook is my mummy, Because she makes everything so yummy. I forget everything when I think about my mother’s mouth-watering dishes, May God bless her and fulfill her wishes.

My mom is the world's best cook,I love everything that she cooks.

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About My Mother Essay in English [PDF]

My Mother- it is not just two words, various emotions are attached to it. A mother who sacrifices all her happiness, their wants for her children. Today in this essay paper we are going to present an essay on my mother, so let’s dive into the paper!

A mother is someone who nurtures, loves and adores her child. She teaches the important moral values to her child and how to respect the elders. She pours out all the love from her heart on her child and takes care of each and every need.

She makes sure that her child faces no difficulty in managing alone and balancing with others. My mother is similarly like this. She is loving and caring too. She takes great care of my every need. She tells me night stories with great moral values and teachings that are important in everyone’s life.

My mother’s name is Hema Nathani. She is a very responsible and intellectual woman. She wakes early in the morning and makes breakfast for everyone. Till then I get ready, then we all pray together of morning prayers and sing Gayatri mantra.

She cooks delicious food for my lunch in which, she gives me green vegetables with chapatis. She prevents me from eating unhealthy food so that I may not get sick. Before going to school my family does breakfast together.

My mother gives me bread toast with milk. Every evening she takes me in the evening for power walk daily so that I get warm-up before playing or doing any exercise. She helps me by doing my homework and helps me to learn things easily.

She is my best friend who guides me in everything so that I may not create any mistake. She is my first teacher who taught me to have self-confidence and believe in myself and not lose hope and keep trying until I do not have victory. I love my mother because she is my mentor and she encourages me to work hard, be honest and brave. She is a strong and sacrificing woman.

My mother is a very dedicated person and she is friendly by nature and does too much hard work. My family praises her for her cooking skills as she cooks delicious food in both vegetarian and non-vegetarian foods.

On every weekend she takes me to shop for buying a toy or some good to eat. She takes all the decisions of my life and being a backbone of our family although she is very busy still she manages to take out some time for me and my sister too.

She takes good care of our family and wakes up throughout the night to take of any person who gets ill. She knows how to make kadha from herbs and tulsi in case of heavy cough and cold.

She is a good chef who knows to cook dishes of many cuisines like Italian, Spanish and Indian very perfectly. She has good skills of presentation as she decorates the home in case of any occasion or pooja is held at our home.

She follows all the rituals and traditions of our family. She talks nicely to everyone and never discriminates with anyone. She gives equal treatment to everyone and does well with everyone.

She is a highly educated and intelligent woman who was from the science stream. She scored more than 90 per cent in high school and intermediate. She did BA(Hons.) in English from Christ University and passed with good CGPA. After that worked in an NGO for a year in which, she donated some amount every month.

Side by side she was preparing for PGT and TGT exam and passed both with good marks. She is a working woman who teaches English subject to the students of class 5 th to Class 9 th in a nearby school. She works from 8 O’clock in the morning to 3 o’clock in the afternoon.

She gets tired after she returns from school and takes rest after having lunch. She has too much experience in her working career and takes every decision of my life after having thought for a long time.

She is a great decision-maker that even my father takes every small and big decision of his life with her consent and discussion with her. She is a great problem solver as she listens and gives perfect advice to all.

We are a small and happy family who eats together and stays together as it is rightly said, “united we stand, divided we fall.”

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English essay on “my mom is the best cook” best essay, paragraph, speech for class 8, 9, 10, 11, and 12 students..

My Mom Is The Best Cook

Rahul asked ‘Hey! Amit, what have you brought for lunch’? ‘Chicken biryani and fruits’ replied Amit. What a coincidence, I have the same menu today. Let’s devour from each other’s and decide whose mother is the best cook. Rahul’s mother was a cook and baker whereas Amit’s used to prepare basic but healthy and tasty food.

They shared each other’s lunch to decide but, argued passionately without consensus. Hearing their heated exchange, the class teacher inquired ‘What is this all about’. Both tried to put their view across that one’s mother is a better cook than the others. The teacher said ‘let me taste the two biryanis and make a decision’. She took one bite each from their lunch boxes and contemplated for a while. And she announced ‘both the preparations are equally delicious with excellent flavour’. Your mothers are superb cooks. Instead of fighting, share your meal and enjoy each other’s cuisine.

My Mother: Short Essay (200 Words) for Class 1, 2, 3

My mother’s name is Rokeya Khatun and she is a housewife. She is 40 years old. As a housewife, she stays almost every time in the house. She is the best mother in the world. I love her very much. She worked as a school teacher but because of taking care of me and other siblings, she has left the job.

We respect her dedication to us and for the family. She is the best cook. She can cook really amazing and tasty foods. Even my neighbors are also really loved eating her cooked food. Lots of my friends come to my house to eat her cooked food. My mother loves them as she does me.

She is a woman with a broad mind. She is talented and wise. She is always busy with making our future bright. She does her best to try to make us happy. I love my mom very much; I know we can’t repay what she is doing for us. I think she is the best mother to exist in this world.

My Mother: Essay (300 Words) for Class 4, 5

Introduction: The most important person for someone in life is his mother. We have seen this world and born because of our mother. So it is really important to know more about mother and love them. Mothers are really amazing, they are selfless.

They never think about themselves. They are thinking about their kids only. They try to do the best for their kids. My mom is also not different from others. She loves me a lot and today I will tell you about my mother.

My Mother: My mother name is Sahana Ahmed. She is a doctor. She works in the nearest government hospital. As a doctor, she has a busy working life, but after all of these, she takes care of me a lot. She is forty years old, but she looks younger than her age.

She is a kind woman and she helps people a lot. She keeps good relations with all of our relatives and neighbors . She knows how to behave very well with everyone. She can cook really well. I love to eat her cooking. In her leisure time, she cooks for the whole family.

Importance of Mother in Life: It is not possible to explain properly how important it is to have a mother. In our life, we need the love of a mother to understand everything. Mother is our first teacher, who teaches us to speak, walk. She sacrifices so much in her life to make our life better. There are no selfless people in this world as like mother. They never think about themselves, they only care about their kids.

Conclusion: I love my mother very much. I think she is the most amazing mother in the world. I wish a long life for her because I want to stay with her forever.

My Mother: Essay (400 Words) for Class 6, 7

Introduction: Mother is the most important person in the world for everyone. She loves her kids more than anyone. We all should love and respect our mother. They do so many things for us. Giving birth is the hardest thing in this world. They tolerate this pain just because of their kids. They forget every pain when they see our face. Mothers are the best gift for God. We should take care of our mother properly.

My Mother: My mother name is Rekha Sen. She is forty years old and a housewife. I think she is the most beautiful woman in this world. I love her very much. My mom is really hardworking; she does almost every work in the home. She gets up early in the morning and goes to bed late.

All-day long, she works for the family . I am my sister sometimes help her, but most of the work she does alone. She is a great cook; she can cook really tasty food. There are a few friends of mine, who are a fan of my mother cooking.

What She Does for Family: My mom is doing her best for the family. She has sacrificed so much for our family. My father is a school teacher and he stays in school most of his time. But the mother has to control the family, that’s why she has to work always.

She tolerates so much in her life because of our better future. She always wants the best for us. Even she washes our clothes, cleans our rooms, and does so many things.

My Mother as a Teacher: I think my mom is the best teacher in my life. She has taught me so many important and realistic lessons that help me to live a better life. When I was a kid, she used to teach me the letters. She taught me almost everything.

Still, now she helps me a lot to do my homework. I think she is the first teacher in my life and her teaching has taught so many important things.

Conclusion : Mothers are the most important person in the world. We need to take care of our mothers. I love my mom a lot. Everyone should love their mother because the mother loves us most. There is none in this world who can love us more than our mother.

My Mother: Essay (500 Words) for Class 8

Introduction: Every mother loves her child more than anything in the world. We all have mothers and we should love and respect our mothers. Today I am going to share lots of things about my mother. A mother raises her kid with her best effort financially, physically and emotionally.

Sometimes they do extra work to make our life better, but they never feel bad for this. Mothers are selfless and non-complaint, they never complain about their life. It’s the most important thing about a mother. They know how to take responsibilities and fulfill them. Mother is the person; because of her, we are seeing this world. We shouldn’t ever let them down. We should love and respect them.

Bonding of Mother and Child: Bonding between a mother and a child is really amazing. Mothers are the most important thing for every child and kids are the first priority for mothers. This relation is the purest relation in the world.

The mother does everything for her kids without any expectations. They just want a better life for her kids. So bonding between mother and child is strong and any force can’t break this bonding.

My Mother: My mother’s name is Ruksana Ahmed, and she is a housewife. She is forty years old. She plays the most important role in our family . Her day starts very early in the morning; she wakes up and cooks food for all of us. Then she cleans the entire house and takes us to school.

After coming back from school, cook food again, and feed us. I think she is the best cook ever. She makes really delicious food. My mother is my biggest supporter. Whatever I do, she inspires and stands behind me as a guide. In my last science project, she helped me most and I came first in the competition. When I get succeed anything, she is the happiest person in that time.

How Much She Loves Me: There is no limitation or I can’t measure the love of her for me. I know she loves me most and I also love her really too much. Home is called ‘HOME’ because of her only. She is my best friend and guide. She teaches me how to survive in the world.

She is the one who never gets tired loving us more and more. Love of a mother is different, unique and it’s not possible to replace by any other person. We won’t find any love in the entire world that can be compared with the love of a mother.

Mother as a Guide: She has a crucial role in my life as a guide. Whatever I do, she guides me on the right path. Sometimes, we make mistakes and they show us the right thing as guardian. She is the one who brings us on light and removes all darkness from life.

Conclusion I love my mom so much. I think she is the best person in the world. She is my life; I wish her a long life with us. People who don’t have someone to call ‘mother’, they understand the value and importance of a mother. So we just need to appreciate her presence in our life.

My Mother: Essay (600 Words) for Class 9, 10

Introduction: Every mother in this world is really amazing for their kids. Today I am going to share something about my own mother. I think everyone should love and respect their mother because she is the one who gave us birth and let us see this beautiful world. She has tolerated so many pain and problems because of raising us in a good way.

My Mother: My mother name is Sunita Sharma. I think she is the most significant person in the world. She is the strongest woman I have seen ever. She has faced so many problems and obstacle in life and solved everyone wisely. She is a housewife and forty years old.

She is really hardworking and her hardworking nature had made our life really better and comfortable. She gives her best effort to make the family better. She is the first riser in the family in the early morning. Including cooking and washing clothes, she does almost every household works alone.

Because of her dedication and sacrifice, we as a family are really happy. My father doesn’t need to take so much pressure about housekeeping. She is the one who handles almost everything. She takes us into social functions like marriage, birthday parties.

She is a friendly character. She has so many friends and they often visit our home. We also go to their place sometimes. She is keeping a really good relationship with neighbours and our relatives. The most important thing about her is, she is never-complaint.

She doesn’t regret and complain about her life. She is busy with us, making our life better. I think anybody can’t be so much selfless for you except a mother. Mother is the most important person right after God, that’s why I respect and love my mom most.

Mother as a Teacher: Mothers are always the first teacher of everyone life. In my life, she was the first one who taught me speaking, walking and knowing the letters. I can’t remember the days but can realize that she is an incredible woman. She taught me the first poem in my life. Still, now she is an amazing teacher in my life. She always assists me to do my homework. And sometimes she helps me with my projects.

Importance of Mother in Life: We have nothing in our life except our mom when we are an infant or little kids. In that time we need mother most. They play an important role in our life to grow up as a proper human. They teach us as our first teacher in life. They show us how to walk, speak, eat and everything. It’s the best place to get rest.

Qualities of a Mother: There are so many qualities in a good mother. I think every mother is a good mother. Let’s see some qualities of a good mother.

Selfless – Selflessness is the biggest quality in a mother. They never think about their own. They sacrifice so much for their kids.

Hard Working – They are hard working. They work really hard for the family. They work to make our future better.

Caring – All mothers are caring. They love to take care of us and the whole family. They set a bonding with us.

Loving – They love us so much. There is no love that could be comparable with the love of a mother.

Conclusion : Ultimately she is the person who is most important in my life. I love her so much and respect her. I wish to stay with her forever in my life. She is really amazing.

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I Miss My Mom's Cooking

June 28, 2022, aminah aliu.

There is something magical about jollof rice. Back home, I knew that it was on the stove because its aroma permeated every room in the house, making my stomach grumble. If it was not that, then I could often hear something sizzling on the stove, or bubbling softly as it boiled.

Food was often a way for me to connect with my Nigerian heritage and my family. We often celebrated special events by having big family dinners, and I grew up on dishes like egusi, puff puff, fufu, and akara. My mom had a way of making everything she cooked taste amazing even though we were on a budget. She’d whip up entire meals without a measuring cup or recipe book in sight. It was just part of the deal that each time she cooked something, it would taste slightly different. To this day, I often joke with her that if she bottled up one of her stews and sold it, I’d have it delivered to campus monthly.

Two ziplock bags,one has frozen vegetable sauce in it and the other has frozen baked chicken

If you couldn’t already tell, I miss my mom’s cooking.

And I’m sure I’m not the only one. I’m sure you have a dish from your hometown or culture that you’ll miss. Maybe your mom cooked it, too, or your grandfather, or your guardian. Maybe it was a dish that brought your community together too.

When I first came to Princeton, you best believe that I came with multiple ziplock bags filled with my mom’s shrimp stew and puff puffs and other delicious food. I kept those bags in my freezer, trying desperately to make my supply last as long as possible, until I could go back home for break and get more.

A photo of a white sheet cake. Orange and black sprinkles dot the perimeter and edges. There were orange balloons and the words “welcome to first (college)” in orange

Dining hall food is nothing like my mom’s food. Yes, they make sure to serve dishes from different cultural groups on a regular basis, and they have actually served jollof rice multiple times, and yet I still feel a deep sense of hiraeth for the foods I grew up eating.

Members of PASA sitting around a table with food.

The Princeton African Students Association (PASA) often hosts events that draw large crowds with their promises of good company and good food. These events help. They remind me that there are others like me who miss where they are from and the food they used to eat.

As we all sit in those PASA events and laugh and eat, we’re all in our own ways just waiting for the next time we can catch a car, train, or plane home, and ask: what’s for dinner?

My Favorite Food Essay

500 words essay on my favorite food.

In order to perform well in life, our body needs energy. We get this energy from the food we eat. Without food, there will be no life. In today’s world, there are so many dishes available worldwide. Food comes in a wide variety all around the world. Dosa, Paneer, Naan, Chapati, Biryani, and more Indian delicacies are available. We are also offered western cuisines such as noodles, pasta, burgers, fries, pizzas and more dominating the food industry. In my favourite food essay, I will tell you about the food I like eating the most.

My Favorite Food

As the world is advancing day by day, it is becoming easier to get access to many kinds of food at our doorstep. Every day, we all want to consume great and delicious cuisine. There are many different varieties of food accessible all throughout the world. We all like different foods, however, my personal favourite is burgers. I have eaten many cuisines but my favourite food is definitely a burger. I cannot resist myself when it comes to burgers.

Burgers are one of the most convenient and easiest foods to eat on the fly when we’re in a hurry. We can have a burger at any time of day, whether it’s breakfast, lunch, or supper, and maybe some fries and a Coke to go with it. Many restaurants are well-known for making their speciality burgers in a particular style. Preparation changes from one establishment to the next. But what exactly makes a burger taste so good? They will taste vary depending on where you go, but they are all built the same. It is made up of a bun, a ground meat patty, and various toppings like cheese, onion slices, lettuce, and other sauces.

They are so soft yet crunchy, fresh and juicy that I love eating them. Even though there are many kinds of burgers, my favourite one is a chicken burger. The chicken patty gives the burger a juicy taste and it tingles my taste buds every time I eat it. I can already smell and taste it in my mouth as soon as I walked inside McDonald’s or any other restaurant that serves chicken burgers. As soon as I take a huge mouthful of it, I forget about any problems or troubles that are going on in the outer world and concentrate my entire concentration just on my chicken burger.

I love eating a burger which is filled with cheese and vegetables . The more vegetables you add, the better it tastes. My personal favourite is lettuce. It gives the burger the right amount of freshness and crunchiness.

I always eat my burger with ketchup. Most importantly, the thing I love about eating burgers is that I get to eat French fries along with them. They work as a great side to the dish and also make my stomach full.

Even though I liked eating a burger from a famous fast food joint, nothing beats the chicken burger my mother makes at home. She prepares everything from scratch, even the burger. Thus, it is extremely fresh and healthy too.

I know and feel that burgers have the great flavour and taste that would make anyone’s stomach pleased after a long day of work. I can tell by the reactions on people’s faces when they order their preferred burger variant. Overall, I don’t believe any other fast food will taste as good as a chicken burger. It’s just difficult to think that something will triumph in the future. As a result, I consider my favourite dish to be the best ever created.

A Great Variety

Perhaps the great thing about burgers is the great variety they offer. It has options for all people, who prefer vegetarian, non-vegetarian and even vegans. Thus, you can select the patty of your burger and dive right in.

There are a large number of burger joints being started in every corner of the city, each serving a variety of their own specialised and self-curated recipes. Burgers that are health-friendly and a go-to with a diet are also being introduced by these newly upcoming burger places. There are a lot many burger cafes that give their customers the choice to create their own burgers by providing them with a choice between patties, fillings, veggies, sauces as well as the number of burger layers they want.

Even though my personal favourite is a chicken burger, I also enjoy eating cheeseburgers and vegetable burgers. For me, all burgers taste delicious. Whenever we go out to eat with friends , I always order a burger.

My friends who do not eat non-vegetarian also eat burgers thanks to the great variety it offers. When we order food at home, we make sure to offer all kinds of burgers from cheeseburgers to chicken burgers, so that we get a taste of everything in our meal. Thus, I love burgers and their great variety makes it better.

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Conclusion of My Favorite Food Essay

Even though my favourite food is a burger, I enjoy other foods as well like Pizza and Pasta. However, I feel when it comes to eating daily, nothing beats homemade food. The food we eat daily is what helps us gain energy. We cannot eat our favourite food daily as it will become boring then, but our staple food is something we enjoy eating on an everyday basis.

FAQ of My Favorite Food Essay

Question 1: Why do we need food?

Answer 1: We need food because it provides nutrients, energy for activity, growth. Similarly, all functions of the body like breathing, digesting food, and keeping warm are made possible because of food. It also helps in keeping our immune system healthy.

Question 2: Should you eat your favourite food all the time?

Answer 2: No, never. Favourite foods are meant to be enjoyed when there is any special occasion, or when you are tired of your regular homemade food. Eating too much of your favourite food will make your taste buds adjust to it and eventually, it will not remain our favourite. Excess of anything is bad and the same goes for our favourite food. Thus, we must eat it occasionally so that it remains our favourite.

Question 3: Is fast food healthy? Should we not consume fast food at all?

Answer 3: Fast food is often high in calories, sodium, and harmful fat, with one meal frequently providing enough for a whole day. It is also deficient in nutrients and nearly devoid of fruit, vegetables, and fibre. That doesn’t mean you should completely avoid fast food. It is feasible to eat fast food without jeopardising your healthy diet. Take advantage of the nutritious side dishes available at many fast-food places. Look for meals that include lean proteins, vegetables, and fibre, and avoid anything that is supersized.

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A Thing I Used to Love

Parenthood took cooking from me. here’s how i’m getting it back..

In the small town where I live, there are few takeout options. The community has worked around this fact with active use of meal trains . I always sign up. And as I press foil-wrapped containers into my children’s hands, sending them to knock on the doors of friends and acquaintances—or to not knock, to drop on a doormat and retreat quietly—I tell them why cooking and delivering food to people who have new babies, or who are ill or impacted by natural disasters, is important. Food is the thing that we all share , I say; it’s a way to tell someone you see them.

I do not tell them about my own ambivalence about making that food. It’s new. “I used to love to cook,” says nearly every parent I know, “until I had children.”

I enjoyed cooking, too, probably thanks to my own mother. She is enthusiastically present while cooking and eating. She paid attention through meals, coaxed me to talk as a reticent teenager by assigning me cooking tasks. I made jubilant, chaotic, casual dinners in dorms, apartments, and hostels, in various cities, every year of my adult life. But with small kids, I am nearly always low on time, deluged with physical labor, and cleaning something up long before I enter a kitchen. At the same time, magazines, influencers, and occasionally the New York Times Parenting section tell me that what and how I feed my children will shape their immune systems, palates, and eating habits for life, not to mention the environment and foodways around us. The result is that I spend more time than I’d like to thinking about what my children eat.

The change happened slowly. I never stopped cooking; children need to eat. But suddenly, I could not remember the last time I felt joy, creativity, or pride while making or serving food.

At first I thought my pleasure had been felled, as for others experiencing post-COVID cooking burnout , by stale recipes. Fine. We live in an era of briskly selling cookbooks and so many food blogs they have meta-guides . Yet none of these helped me. The knowing authoritarianism of the domestic goddess, the inaccessibility of the lauded chef, the science-of-food authors who complicated things beyond my means to care or clean up—they all made my malaise worse.

The always growing “quick and easy” genre felt especially tricky. These recipes mostly fell into two camps. First were those that were, despite their claims, quite complex, with hard-to-find ingredients and 16-step instructions that would surely take me longer than the projected 15 minutes. On the other hand, some simple “quick school-night recipes” produced bland food that, mommy blogs seemed to say, was just my lot now. Optimistic advance-prepped casseroles, meatballs, and one-pot meals estranged me from life with small dependents far more than my three funny, hearty-eating children had.

Could I research my way back to joy? I tried to. I talked to friends: sympathetic but unhelpful; those with children missed enjoying cooking, too. A chef: vaguely amused— joy? In cooking? Food journalist Elizabeth Dunn, whose podcast explores the many issues around children and food: The physicality of having small kids, she told me, stole her enjoyment of “the sensory quality of cooking.”

Political scientist and Cookbook Politics author Kennan Ferguson hinted at why books had not helped me. Cookbooks, he said, “both bring you into and demand a collective response.” Many reinforce traditional gender roles and family dynamics. And others are “about performance and enjoyment of performance.” I disliked both categories.

“Our contemporary food culture makes multiple ethical demands on parents,” Ferguson explained. “Cookbooks similarly can feel particularly oppressive about a sense of perfection and performance.”

Finally, I understood my own reaction. Parenting small children can, in its harder moments, feel theatrical to me: performing patience, performing familiarity with new school and playground communities, performing confidence in the precarious social and political systems around our family. And food, obviously, is not only about eating or nourishment. We talk easily these days about how what we eat encompasses logistics, care, attention, economics, politics, environment, culture , a relationship to a physical body. As Ferguson put it, food is about the entire “human sensorium.”

But the sum of the proliferation of food culture, to someone raising a young child, is pressure and judgment . It stems, researchers have found, from the precarity and stress that dominate many aspects of raising small children in this country, and it’s felt by American parents across the economic spectrum . Well-meaning emphasis on the many ways that childhood food exposure shapes our children often leaves out an essential element of preparing and sharing food, one that fights against the anxiety that cripples many contemporary parents: sheer pleasure.

In the same way that children’s eating gets fraught when they’re forced to clean their plates, the joy a parent might take from cooking often dissipates under pressure. And a parent’s happiness matters to children’s physical and mental health and to broader political activism , too.

Holding the importance of my own lost pleasure in my mind alongside the stakes of what my children eat hasn’t exactly brought it back. As Dunn told me, “I still don’t love cooking anymore.” Instead, I’ve looked at the sincere joy in cooking-adjacent moments. Watching my 3-year-old son cut mushrooms with gorgeous determination, or realizing that my elder child learned to crack an egg at school. Listening to them all giggle as they vigorously mix rice, dal, tomatoes, and yogurt together—feeling gratitude for the Indian takeout place a few towns over—and call the process “making butter.” They understand, already, how food can feel alchemical.

One book, though, helped me feel certain that my earnest love of cooking will someday return. A collection of novelist Laurie Colwin’s food essays reminded me of all the things cooking does far beyond nourishing children—offering social connection, aesthetic experimentation, political engagement, sheer deliciousness. She does not emphasize performance or perfection, her recipes are devastatingly simple, and my copy of Home Cooking contains zero photos. Colwin is suggestive rather than prescriptive. I made her chicken with paprika and apples.

A chicken, quartered; two apples, sliced; paprika, dusted; a little butter.

Cooking Is My Passion Essay

India is well-known across the world in a variety of sectors. One of them is taste. It’s for some individuals, it represents memories, and for others, it’s a connection to events. They create fun and call their places with names like Chennai sambar, Hyderabad biryani, Mumbai vada pao, Rajasthan kachori, and many other things. College or workplace meetings with people from diverse cultures initiate food item names and behaviors are described by meals when we meet different culture individuals and start calling out the person by their native food item names.

Like when we say, “He is like idli soft and easygoing”. Or “She is as spicy as rasam”. In a way food items have become our emotions. So if cooking is an emotion then I am feeling it all the time. From my childhood, I remember my mother in the kitchen and the lovely smell of her cooking. The sight of her preparing a meal was mesmerizing. She made even the simplest dish look and taste like a gourmet meal. My father was also an excellent cook and I would often help him in the kitchen. He taught me the basics of cooking and I was hooked!

I started experimenting with different recipes and ingredients and found that I loved creating new dishes. Cooking is my passion and I love to share my recipes with others. I believe that good food is the key to a happy life. Food should be nourishing, delicious and healthy.

I am constantly trying out new recipes and experimenting with different ingredients. I love to cook for my family and friends and see the enjoyment on their faces when they eat my food. Cooking brings me immense joy and satisfaction. I am always looking for new ways to make healthy and delicious dishes.

My goal is to share my passion for cooking with as many people as possible and help them lead healthier, happier lives.

According to doctors, eating nutritious food helps you maintain good health; however, making the flavor better improves your health even more. Fast food has now reached all corners of the globe, and people have forgotten about their own traditional cuisine. As a consequence of this, India is beset with a variety of medical issues. This generation of homemakers and children has no recollection of their ancestors’ meals, which they’ve been consuming for hundreds of years due to this trend.

My passion for cooking started at a young age. I would often help my mother in the kitchen, and from there, I developed a love for food. After watching cooking shows and trying out new recipes, I realized that there was so much more to food than just eating it. I began to understand the science behind cooking and how different flavors work together.

I decided to study nutrition so that I could help people make better choices when it comes to food. My goal is to educate people about the importance of eating nutritious meals and to show them that healthy food can be delicious too!

Some of them are interested in traditional dishes, but because to their hectic schedules, they have adopted the habit of purchasing home-cooked meals or sweets from shops. Where costs are high and the quality is poor.

They don’t have time to think about their health. So I decided to help those peoples by providing them home cooked meals at their doorstep with a very reasonable price with the delivery system. This will help them in many ways like they can get healthy food and save their money as well.

I am really passionate about cooking and I love to try new recipes. I enjoy experiment in the kitchen and come up with new dishes. For me, cooking is not just about preparing food, but it is also a way to show my creative side. I like to use fresh and healthy ingredients in my cooking and I always aim to create nutritious and delicious meals.

The greatest thing I’ve ever discovered to do is cook, and it’s considered creative. To enjoy cooking, you need all of your senses. I believe that the culinary art is inherited. My grandma and aunt are masters at cooking traditional cuisine in my family. When I was eight years old, just by toasting a dose, I became addicted to trying new recipes. Trying various recipes taught me about other cultural cuisines and nutrition values.

I started cooking more complicated dishes by the time I was thirteen. Once I started making dinner for my family, they were always surprised and happy with the results. They would beg me to cook dinner every night! This is when I realized that I had a true passion for cooking.

Not only do I love cooking delicious food, but I also get a great feeling of satisfaction from knowing that I am providing my family with nutritious meals. With all of the unhealthy fast food options out there, it’s nice to know that we can always count on a home-cooked meal made with love.

So, if you’re thinking about taking up cooking as a hobby, or are simply looking for some new recipes to try, I encourage you to give it a shot. It’s never too late to start learning, and who knows? You might just find that you have a hidden talent for cooking, like I did.

I understand the background and origins of each meal I prepare. I discovered that while certain design patterns are useless for cooking, they’re essential when it comes to utensil selection. In every area, there are a variety of choices, including vegetarian alternatives as well as non-vegetarian meals. The non-veg side dishes are the greatest part of preparing easy for me since they’re my favorite dish and I enjoy them a lot.

I also put a lot of thought into the presentation. I want my food to not only look good but also taste great.

I didn’t always love cooking. In fact, when I was younger, I used to hate it. It was one of those things that my mom made me do because she said it was “good for me.” But as I got older, I began to see the value in cooking. Not only is it a great way to nourish your body, but it’s also a great way to show your loved ones how much you care about them.

One of the things that I love most about cooking is the fact that there are endless possibilities. You can never get bored with cooking because there are always new recipes to try and new techniques to learn. I also love the fact that cooking allows you to be creative. You can take a simple dish and make it your own by adding your own personal touch.

Another great thing about cooking is that it can be a form of stress relief. After a long day at work, there’s nothing better than coming home and being able to relax in the kitchen while you cook up a delicious meal. Cooking is also a great way to bond with friends and family. Some of my best memories are of spending time in the kitchen with my mom, grandmother, and aunt, cooking up something special.

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Essay on My Favorite Food | Short & Long Essay on My Favorite Food

There are many food items that we like as; noodles, food pasta, fish, biryani, pizza, jollof rice, rice chicken, Bangladeshi, indian dishes etc.

The favorite, yummy, delicious food is in fact our life. We have written following short & Long essays, & paragraphs on topic my favorite food, 10 lines, more sentences essay on my favorite food, my favorite food essay in 100,150,200 words, for children & Students

Essay on My Favorite Food | My Favorite Food Essay 100,150,200 words For Children & Students

Food is important for every living being. It is impossible to survive without food for long. Some people like to eat spicy or sour foods while others like sweet food.

We can perform all activities of our daily life efficiently because of the different nutrients that our body takes through food. Being a foodie, I love to eat good food. Sometimes, I help my mom in cooking too. I want to become a good cook like her in future.

My Favorite Food Short Essay For Students

Every person has a favorite food and he never gets tired of eating it. I also have a favorite food and it is pizza. I admire and love its taste a lot. Pizza is an Italian food but now it is popular worldwide and it is liked by people of every age group. It is so versatile that it can be served on any occasion.

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There is nothing more delicious than a warm box of pizza. Those healthy tomatoes, cheese, mushrooms, pepperoni and herbs make it even tastier. I can eat it at any time of my day as a snack or main meal. My favorite toppings on pizza are cheese and mushrooms. I specifically ask the waiter for a thin crust pizza and to add cheese on pizza because I like extra cheese on pizza so much.

I prefer cheese pizza because cheese is healthy for our body. I like its soft texture and puffiness. Most of the times, I also order chicken fajita pizza because it is very tasty.

Pizzas taste the best when they are crispy from sides and soft in the middle. It is my comfort food and no matter how sad I am, it always brings smile on my face. Just thinking about my favorite pizza gives me an irresistible hunger that cannot be filled unless I get my favorite food.

There are my kinds of pizzas including veggie pizza, cheese pizza, meat pizza, pineapple pizza and pepperoni pizza. It is the most loved food of all time and everyone loves to eat pizza.

It is very easy to make pizza at home too. A layer of dough is covered with sauce and different kinds of ingredients. It is then placed in oven and after some time, pizza is ready. I even ask my mother to make pizza for me. She makes the best pizza in this world. Sometimes, she even bribes me with her delicious pizzas to get any work done from me.

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We also organize pizza party at home on weekends. I also challenge my siblings that who can eat maximum number of pizza slices. In the end, I always win.

No matter, how much full my stomach is, I never say no when my favorite pizza is in front of me.As soon as I take first bite of pizza, all the flavors start to explode in my mouth and to be honest, there is no better feeling than this.

Sometimes, I also get scolded for having pizza all the time and my mom advice me not to eat pizza on daily basis because it can affect digestion.

When I think about the most delicious foods in this world, I always prefer pizza. When I am out with my friends to eat at restaurant, pizza is always my first choice. My mouth begins watering the moment I see pizza in front of me. I always have my eyes and ears open for new pizza places I have yet to try. My love for pizza has no end and it will always be my favorite food.

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The food is in fact makes us to live in this world. The favorite food reflects our personal taste. Every food that is delicious to taste, is in fact the best food. It again, lies in the hands of cook.

Ideas on Writing About My Favorite Food:

Writing about my favorite food can be a fun and enjoyable experience. It allows me to share my love for food with others and also learn more about the dishes that I enjoy. Whether it’s through personal experiences or research, there are many ways to approach writing about your favorite food.

One way to write about my favorite food is by sharing personal anecdotes and memories associated with the dish. For example, I could write about the time my grandmother taught me how to make her famous lasagna recipe or the first time I tried sushi and fell in love with it. These stories add a personal touch to my writing and can also help readers connect with the food on a deeper level.

Another approach is to research the origins and history of my favorite food. This not only adds an interesting element to my writing but also allows me to learn more about the cultural influences and traditions behind the dish. For instance, I could explore the diverse regional variations of pizza in Italy or the rich history of biryani in South Asia.

Furthermore, I can also write about my favorite food by highlighting its nutritional value and health benefits. This can be especially useful for those looking to incorporate new and healthy foods into their diet. For instance, I could discuss the high protein content of lentils in Indian cuisine or the anti-inflammatory properties of turmeric in Middle Eastern dishes.

In addition, writing about my favorite food can also involve sharing recipes and cooking tips with others. This not only allows me to showcase my culinary skills but also encourages others to try out new and delicious dishes. I could include step-by-step instructions, ingredient substitutions, and even my own variations on traditional recipes.

Overall, writing about my favorite food is a great way to express my passion for cooking and eating. It allows me to share personal stories, cultural knowledge, nutritional information, and cooking tips with others. So whether it’s through personal experiences or research, I will continue to enjoy writing about my favorite food and inspiring others to do the same. So why not give it a try yourself? Share your love for food with the world and see where it takes you!

Happy writing and happy eating!

Short Essay on My Favorite Food For Class 4

You know how they say “home is where the heart is”? Well, my favorite food feels like a home for my taste buds. That’s right – pizza! Pizza has been my go-to since I was a kid and it still holds strong as my top pick today.

Pizza comes in all shapes and sizes – round, square, with thin crust or thick crust, and with all sorts of toppings. But for me, nothing beats the classic pepperoni pizza. The combination of tangy tomato sauce, melted cheese, and savory pepperoni never fails to make my mouth water.

What I love most about pizza is its versatility. You can have it as a snack or a full meal; you can eat it hot out of the oven or cold the next day. It’s perfect for any occasion – movie night with friends, family gatherings, or even as a quick bite on-the-go.

But it’s not just about the taste – pizza also holds a special place in my heart because of the memories associated with it. I remember how excited I used to get when my parents would order pizza for dinner, and how my siblings and I would fight over who got the biggest slice. Even now, when we gather for family dinners, pizza is always a crowd-pleaser.

As I’ve grown older, my love for pizza has only intensified. I’ve even started experimenting with different toppings – from mushrooms to olives to pineapple (yes, pineapple on pizza is amazing). But no matter how many variations I try, the classic pepperoni pizza will always hold a special place in my heart.

In conclusion, pizza is not just a food for me – it’s an experience. It brings people together and never fails to satisfy. And for that reason, it will always be my favorite food. So next time you’re debating what to have for dinner, I highly recommend you go for a slice of pizza – it’s always a good idea. So next time you’re debating what to have for dinner, I highly recommend you go for a slice of pizza – it’s always a good idea.

Essay on Favorite Food Biryani ( 150-200-250 Words ):

Alright, let’s talk about one of my favorite foods – biryani. If you haven’t tried it yet, you’re definitely missing out! Biryani is a popular dish in many countries and regions such as India, Pakistan, Bangladesh, and the Middle East. It consists of aromatic rice cooked with meat or vegetables and a variety of spices. There are many different variations of biryani, each with its own unique taste and flavor.

One of the reasons why I love biryani so much is because it reminds me of home. Growing up, my mom would often make biryani for special occasions or family gatherings. The delicious aroma of spices filling our kitchen would instantly make my mouth water.

But biryani is not just a dish for special occasions, it’s also a staple in many households. It’s a complete meal that is both filling and satisfying. The combination of tender meat or vegetables, flavorful rice, and aromatic spices makes for the perfect balance of textures and flavors.

What I love about biryani is that it can be customized according to personal preferences. Some people prefer chicken biryani, while others like beef or mutton biryani. There are also vegetarian options such as vegetable biryani or paneer biryani. And let’s not forget about the different types of biryani like Hyderabadi, Lucknowi, and Kolkata style.

But no matter what type of biryani you prefer, one thing is for sure – it’s a labor of love. Biryani is not something that can be whipped up quickly, it takes time and effort to prepare. The meat or vegetables need to be marinated in spices, the rice needs to be perfectly cooked, and then everything is layered together and slow-cooked for hours.

I also love how biryani brings people together. It’s a dish that is often shared with family and friends, and it’s always a hit at potlucks or dinner parties. Whenever I have biryani, it reminds me of the joy and love that comes with sharing a meal with loved ones.

In conclusion, biryani is not just a food for me, it represents my culture, my memories, and my love for food. It’s a dish that never fails to impress me with its rich flavors and textures, and I will always have a special place for it in my heart (and stomach!). So if you haven’t tried biryani yet, I highly recommend giving it a try – who knows, it might become your favorite too!

Short Essay on My Favorite Food Rice and Beans:

Rice and beans have always been a staple in my family’s diet. Growing up, I remember coming home from school to the delicious aroma of rice and beans cooking on the stove. It was a simple meal, yet it never failed to satisfy my hunger and please my taste buds.

Rice and beans are not only popular in my household but also in many other cultures around the world. In fact, it is considered a complete protein when combined together and is often referred to as the “perfect food”. However, what makes rice and beans so special to me goes beyond its nutritional value.

For starters, rice and beans are extremely versatile. They can be served in various ways – from a hearty bowl of stew to a simple side dish. I love experimenting with different flavors and spices to create new and unique variations of this classic dish. It never gets boring!

Moreover, rice and beans are budget-friendly and can easily feed a large family. As someone who comes from a big family, I appreciate the fact that this dish is not only delicious but also cost-effective.

But what truly makes rice and beans my favorite food is the sentimental value it holds. It reminds me of my childhood, family gatherings, and special occasions. It is a dish that brings people together, and I have fond memories of sitting around the table with my loved ones sharing stories over a steaming plate of rice and beans.

In addition to its delicious taste and versatility, rice and beans also have numerous health benefits. They are high in fiber, protein, and essential vitamins and minerals. They are also gluten-free, making them a perfect choice for those with dietary restrictions.

Overall, rice and beans hold a special place in my heart and will always be my favorite food. It not only satisfies my taste buds but also brings back cherished memories and nourishes my body. Whether it’s a simple weeknight dinner or a special occasion, rice and beans will always have a spot on my plate. So, the next time you are looking for a delicious and nutritious meal, give rice and beans a try – you won’t be disappointed!

9 thoughts on “Essay on My Favorite Food | Short & Long Essay on My Favorite Food”

I really enjoyed reading this. Actually I am from Lagos which is in Nigeria

I really enjoyed it but can write on the topic my favorite food not pizza but jolly rice

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Great Essay

Ilove this essay and can write onmy favourite food not pizza