Roots and Recipes Rough Draft

     It was a Saturday afternoon when my mom barged into my room instead if knocking on my door. " Chelsea", she said in a triumphant type of tone, " I'm going to the filipino store and come back. You wanna come?" And at that precise moment I knew what was going to happen. She was in the mood. The Pork Guisantes mood.  So instead of answering her I immediately got up from my bed, changed into my knee length shorts and slipped some slippers on at the threshold of my house within a minute smiling big and saying, " Don't just stand there woman! Lets get this show on the road!" And with that we were off.

     Once we got home I took off towards the kitchen leaving my slippers behind at the front door and packages flying back and forth in my hands. About ten seconds later she came into view in the kitchen with just a smile on her face. I love it when she smiles because it reminds me of the days her and my grandma used to cook it together in my elementary days. While I sat at the dining room table and listen to the sizzling of the pork being made, I watched how they joked around with each other and talked their ethnic(filipino) language of theirs which was mostly foreign to me. Now that my grandma moved out due to a misunderstanding, it was basically just me and her who which I didn't mind at all......  "Hoi what you looking at?!" she said with her accent she had which gave me a few years to just smile and contain my laughter. " Nothing, I just love looking at you. Now lets get this started before dad comes home and still finds us still cooking it."

     At least two hours later me and my mom are chilling on the couch in the living room and eating the worlds greatest creation made. " Taste good?" my mom asks. I shake my head, inhale the smell I haven't drawn in for a while, and swallow the remnants of my last bite down and say, " Taste amazing!  I wonder when da-", and I get cut short because my dad walks in and instantly spots our plates filled with Pork Guisantes over our rice. He then wastes no time and takes off his shoes at the door and sprints through the hallway and towards the kitchen. And not even five minutes later I see my two sisters, Angelica and Monica slowly opening the door and taking their shoes off. " Me and Nick saw dad driving down the street- wait, is that-," and Monica just runs off like my dad did earlier leaving Angelica lapping behind her. And at the same time, my dad comes back with a plate in one hand and pointing towards the two running and just laughs. So I look back towards my mom and say, "Think we got made enough for seconds?" And all she did was laugh.