food cnf

I can remember the last time i went to my favorite food place, Mongolian BBQ. I walked into the palace of stir fry food and heard the gentle playing of the song Lighters by Bad Meets Evil with Bruno Mars. The aroma of the grilled tender meat and the juicy fat noodles turned my mouth into a sprinkler. I gazed upon the establishment, the tiny statue attracted my eye, it stood next to the soda machine that was on the counter and it fascinated me. It was of a large man sitting at peace with the world. His large gut was sticking out and it lay flat on his legs. It reminded me of peace and relaxed me for my meal.
I walked over to where the food was stationed, I glanced quickly back and forth at the meat to choose from. They offered five different types of meat to choose from, I decided to go with chicken and beef. I placed they meat into my bowl piece by piece, picturing in my head the pleasure I was going to receive when the food lands on my taste buds. I then walked over to the plump noodles. The large broad noodles caught my attention. They were exactly what my bowl needed to make it what it needed to be. I hid the meat with piles of noodles. After i glanced over to the vegetables. I imagined what every bite would be with a veggie in it. No veggie pleasured my taste and i quickly lunged pass the vegetables to choose the sauce of my choice. Water already filling my mouth to capacity, i slowly scooped the spiciest sauce and mixed it with soy sauce. It was the perfect combo of sauce. They complimented each other with harmony and had my taste buds falling in love. My meal was complete. The oriental man grabbed the bowl of raw meat and uncooked noodles doused in sauce. He tossed it on the heating grill and i heard the sizzle of the meat. The sizzle was like tasting it itself. The flavor of spicy meat and noodles over ran my mouth before taking a bite of what was about to be a glorious meal. The man flung my now cooked meal into the bowling with a swish of his sticks. I grabbed my bowl right out of the hand of the man, not letting it even touch the counter. Not wasting a second of time from having to pick it up. I ran to my to my table and planted my self against the wall in the booth. I dug my fork into the bowl. Steam blew off the food and lifted into the air. I shoveled the meal right into my mouth savoring every bite i could. Its deliciousness was something that i could not compare to anything.

CNF photo

Nick Bruce

Period 4

  Our never ending drive to chico state. The hours that felt like
years, suddenly changed to hours that felt like seconds with the
random statement smile for the picture. Every click another picture
that writes one more chapter in the history book that is my friendship
with Kirsten. She grabs the visor and quickly yells silly face! She
then snapped the picture as fast as a cheetah runs a 40 yard dash. She
looks at the picture and laughs that I smiled and she made a
ridiculous clown face. She then holds up her phone again and tries to
snap another picture hoping to catch me off guard and get me doing a
funny face. Revenge was never good to Kirsten because she missed my
face and only got hers doing another clown face in the picture. She
then looked over and starred at me with the look of a wife
disappointed in her husband: that made it sound like we married lol.
She starts to try and tell me what to do to get me to make a silly
face for the picture, She finally convinces me to make the silly face
she wanted to see. She yells ChEESE and snaps the picture. She started
to laugh even before she looked at the picture. She revolves the phone
to where I can see it like a man in a spinny chair. It’s a picture of
me making a clown face and her laughing. Kirsten then exclaimed that’s
facebook worthy. Somehow I knew she would do this to me.