Big Maw Research Paper

I Love Going by Big Maw Maw For as long as I could remember, I have had an overwhelming love for food. There are many different types of food that I enjoy eating, like Mexican, Italian, and French-creole. Food brings me an unexplainable joy when eating or making it. My love for food is all because of my Great Grandmother. I can remember her house being filled with a magnificent aroma while she prepared holiday meals. She always cooked for the holidays and even when I made a special request. For many years, she worked as a chef in the French Quarter. She worked at Antoine’s Restaurant, there she learned many skills in the kitchen. She also made many traditional New Orleans dishes like Crawfish Etouffee, Jambalaya and Gumbo. These dishes are
Whenever I went to her house she would be delighted to see me. Her first question was always “did you eat?” or “what do you want to eat?”. It had been a while since I had some of her Gumbo. So, I replied, “No, I did not eat yet, can you make some gumbo big mawmaw?” and She would always reply, “Yes, baby”. Then, I would follow her to the kitchen, in the back and help her cook. I can remember her asking “Baby you ready to peel those shrimp?”. I would be so excited because cooking with her was and still is so special to me. I can remember the slimy texture of the raw shrimp as I peeled them in the sink. They did not have a terrible odor but it was not pleasant either. Once I pealed the shrimp she would she would let me roll the hot sausage into balls. Next, I started to the claws off the crabs. It was very funny to me at the time because it seemed as if the crabs were watching me take away their claws. Sometimes I would even prick my finger from the sharp edges around their claws. Once we got all the ingredients together, she began to make the roux. She told me, “The roux is the base, without the roux there is no gumbo”. After that she began to add seasoning, bay leaves shrimp, crabs and sausage the quickly house was then filled with an amazing aroma. As the Gumbo cooked the smell intensified, I am pretty sure people could smell it outside. Everyone that came in that day said, “Ouu, I want some of that gumbo” and “how much longer”. Just like them I could hardly wait. Being in the kitchen only made it worse, the smell was so strong, I could almost taste the gumbo. After hours of craving the gumbo, it was finally ready. Everyone lined up with their large bowls, ready to get some of that appetizing gumbo. Before my great grandmother served anyone she made sure I had a sizzling bowl filled with meat. Then she told me, “I’m so happy you helped me cook baby”. I hurried to the table