201003252 Fri.1-2Favorite Food Revised Version

Anyone who has had a fairly memorable child hood can remember back to a time when his or her family got together at the dining table and ate scrumptious food that is particular in their culture. The way delectable food brought the entire family together and engage in endless conversations.  

 

When I think back of my child hood food memories, grilled cheese sandwiches was my favorite food that I at it as a meal for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I really liked the combination of toasted bread on melted cheese. It was to die for. I mean literally to die for. There was an unforgettable experience I had with my all time favorite food.

 

As a child I remember scurridly rushing to get home from school to take a bite of my mother's specialty, grilled cheese sandwich. The moment I stepped foot in the house the aroma of the creamy, soft, buttery smell of bread toasting on the stove permeated the entire house. May I mention that my mother was always keen on personal hygiene, with that being said, I neglected to wash my hands and plunged my filthy hands to grab a slice of the gooey cheese sandwich. Even before it reached my mouth my mother whisked me out of the kitchen and into the restroom to wash up before eating.

 

While washing up, all I could think about was quickly getting my hands on the melted cheesy sandwich. How I would like to savor the taste of the browned crusted wheat bread that has been lightly grilled on a buttered pan. Picturing the warmth of the bread and how it melts the cheese just the right amount. Also when the first bite is taken, and how the cheese oozes out between the breads along with a bit of butter that has been saturated into the bread. While thinking how tasty it would be, I washed up in no time.

 

Entering the kitchen in a tidied up manner, I took a large bite into the sandwich, perhaps I put it in my mouth a bit too deep, the cheese molded into my throat and being unable to swallow the piece of bread I started to choke. No matter how hard I tried to swallow, the bread just wouldn't budge. It was as if the cheese stiffened and clung into the walls of my throat.

 

 My mother, startled, took me from behind and started to perform the Heimlich maneuver. She placed her fist just above my navel and used the other free hand to secure her fist and thrusted in an upward movement. She thrusted once, twice, and by the third thrust the chunk of bread covered in cheese flung out of my mouth hitting the side of the kitchen wall.

 

I lied down on the kitchen floor trying to make sense of the situation. Coming to my senses, I felt intense pain in my throat. It felt almost as if I had swallowed a prickly needle, not bread. Bits of cheese remained in my throat and it gave off a stench that got me queasy.  I picked myself off the floor and started at the sandwich. Normally, people would have a taste aversion after such a horrific incident. I admit, the choking was an unpleasant experience but it didn't make me dislike the grilled cheese sandwich one bit. In fact, I was happy to have survived to have eaten the sandwich.

 

From that day on, whenever mom makes grilled cheese sandwich, it brings my family together and not only do we enjoy the food, but we always manage to bring up my sandwich incident. My family goes on and on about why grilled cheese sandwiches are literally to die for.