Memories Of Borscht Research Paper

Being a child, I didn’t know the importance of borscht; I just knew it was something that I had to eat. My mother always told me that I have to eat soup before eating 'normal' food. The saying my mother told me years has stuck with me today. Most of the memories I can recall of eating borscht are not pleasant. I believe my worst memory is when I was about ten years old. I was sitting slumped in my chair allowing my dull hair to sit in front of my face. By having my vision covered, I was unable to see the revolting borsht. The smell lingered around the kitchen, and the ceiling fan help to spread this smell around the entire house. I was the only and youngest child in my family to now like this popular dish. As I was silent my family discussed
how their day had gone by. My mother, who had picked my siblings and me up from school was sitting beside me. My restless grandmother sat across from me. She worked hard day and night, two jobs, and still had time to cook for my family of five. My sister and brother didn't look at me. They knew they would pity me. My siblings and I were all were changed from our school uniforms as mother always reminded us that we could spill soup on our shirts. After minutes, which seemed like hours my family had finished eating. Once it was only my mother and me, she had sat in front of me with a serious look on her face. She took a deep breath and said, "Why must you make a big deal of this?Can't you just eat it, and we can move on with our days?"