A Golden Cake Analysis
1) He describes it as a golden cake, more golden than the hair he wished he had, filled with sweet white cream.
As a child I did enjoy one particular cake made by Hostess. It was called the Suzy Q. My mouth would water just thinking about getting one like a dog waiting for a juicy bone to chew on. It was a rectangle chocolate, moist, cake cut in half with rounded edges, and stuffed with the sweetest white cream. I remember that when I would open it up I would start licking the cream around the cake first then taking a bite of the cake. It was magical. I only remember my mother taking me to get these once in a great while because as a single parent, money was very tight. We didn’t have much growing up, so when I got a treat like this, I felt …show more content…
I would be telling it like it is too. If it tasted like crap I would have to find a way to relate that taste to my readers which she does. At first she starts with gagging her way through stinky mush and stinky fat drenched nuggets. She also makes a comment about the reason why her dogs breath smells so bad. Also when she says that a smooth consistency in canned dog food means it is of low quality and dog food with “lumpy, frightening, bloody, stringy horror is a sign of high quality” just makes me laugh and actually lets me visualize what she is talking …show more content…
I can picture everything the way it use to be and also see the subtle changes that time has brought. As a child, I use to fish at a park called Mile Square almost every day in the summer. I couldn’t get enough of it, and back then it wasn’t unsafe for a kid to be out alone walking to a lake to fish. I would pick up a cup of little yellow meal worms at the 711 across the street, because the fish really loved them, and sit in my favorite spot to get my pole ready. The water was very clear with green, stringy moss, growing about 3 feet into the water. This is where the little golden green fish like to live. I would stay there all day catching bluegill one after the other. I would have to throw them back so I could catch them again and again. So when I take my children there I see the same rock and the same benches and its just a happy time and a happy way to spend a day
As a child I did enjoy one particular cake made by Hostess. It was called the Suzy Q. My mouth would water just thinking about getting one like a dog waiting for a juicy bone to chew on. It was a rectangle chocolate, moist, cake cut in half with rounded edges, and stuffed with the sweetest white cream. I remember that when I would open it up I would start licking the cream around the cake first then taking a bite of the cake. It was magical. I only remember my mother taking me to get these once in a great while because as a single parent, money was very tight. We didn’t have much growing up, so when I got a treat like this, I felt …show more content…
I would be telling it like it is too. If it tasted like crap I would have to find a way to relate that taste to my readers which she does. At first she starts with gagging her way through stinky mush and stinky fat drenched nuggets. She also makes a comment about the reason why her dogs breath smells so bad. Also when she says that a smooth consistency in canned dog food means it is of low quality and dog food with “lumpy, frightening, bloody, stringy horror is a sign of high quality” just makes me laugh and actually lets me visualize what she is talking …show more content…
I can picture everything the way it use to be and also see the subtle changes that time has brought. As a child, I use to fish at a park called Mile Square almost every day in the summer. I couldn’t get enough of it, and back then it wasn’t unsafe for a kid to be out alone walking to a lake to fish. I would pick up a cup of little yellow meal worms at the 711 across the street, because the fish really loved them, and sit in my favorite spot to get my pole ready. The water was very clear with green, stringy moss, growing about 3 feet into the water. This is where the little golden green fish like to live. I would stay there all day catching bluegill one after the other. I would have to throw them back so I could catch them again and again. So when I take my children there I see the same rock and the same benches and its just a happy time and a happy way to spend a day