Narrative Essay On Mexican Food

I love cooking in the kitchen with my dad. It smells like spices and juicy vegetables. Are kitchen has recently been remodeled. The walls are an atomic tangerine and the counters are bronze. Though the floor, the walls, and the ceiling are a mess. It looks like a tornado went through.
He has taught me so much. Did you know that pork and apple go together well. Well anyways, I don’t like Mexican food, and my family loves Mexican. I have no spice tolerance, but my family does. They eat spicy food all the time, but when my family does cook Fajitas I help my dad, I don’t help my mom cook that often because she doesn’t let me interact. She says can you grab this or that and then can you put this away . When my dad is home he lets me interact. My dad stands an average 5 foot 9 with short shaved sides of the hair and a trimmed top. He has glasses but he doesn’t wear them much, he wears sweats and a shirt. He used to make homemade tortillas with his dad, his dad died when he was in high school, so it is like a tradition. My dad’s side of the family is Mexican so we have those kind of traditions.
My dad and I listen to music, sing, and dance while we cook and he
We taste the sauce we have created.
“It needs something,” my dad says, “but what?”
“It needs some oregano,” I reply
“Ok,”He says. I got to grab the oregano and then put it in.
Sometimes he says can you make a sauce for the dish and I do with no assistance then we taste it and add more. My favorite thing to make is sauce and I love Worcester, it is a base that is sweet and salty with a taste similar to A1 steak sauce. It is so much fun to spend time with him and get to know him, considering he is sleeping when we go to school and is at work when we come home, he is a police sergeant that works the night shift. He can’t come to my soccer games and see me catch the ball in goal, but we can spend our time cooking all day and making delicious food. I have yet to discover a steak better than my