Querencia Final

         I can feel the light wind blow across my face, and I can hear the birds chirping when I wake up in the morning. My mom comes into my room and says "breakfast is ready!",  I run into the dining room and see what hot meal my mom has prepared for me. As soon as I am finished  I walk to the window and open up the curtain, as soon as I do that, a ray of sun lights the room up.  I get ready and see what this day has in store for me.  As I go and wake up my grandmother, I go pass a hallway full of pictures, that bring me to the past. Looking at photos that I took with family and friends,  I want to go back to that day and relive the occasion that was being celebrated. To the loud laughs, kids screaming as they play games that they make up, it reminds me how happy I am to be around family. 
     When I'm in my room doing homework or projects, I can hear my named being yelled. Running to whoever needs me, my grandmother, mother, or father tell me that they need help with all their house work. Washing the dirty dishes, folding the piled high clothes, vacuuming all the rooms, and fixing papers that are all over the place. As I help out I can remember all the things I used to do as a child, from mixing different items around the house without getting caught and playing hide and seek with cousins. I can remember the places where my uncle would put me in "time out", and me falling asleep so I could get out of it. 
      But whenever I have a bad day, I can always go home to the feeling of comfort from family members or friends.  My home changed over the years from my child hood to now. My grandfather has extended his home after all his children were born, but whenever someone comes to visit there will always be room for everyone.  My mother's father and his brothers have built this house for everyone to enjoy. This home will always allow me to be safe, with the people and environment it has been in.

Querencia Draft

     My Querencia is the home that my grandfathers have built for their family.  I can feel the light wind blow across my face, and I can hear the birds chirping when I wake up in the morning. My mom comes into my room and says "breakfast is ready!",  I run into the dining room and see what hot meal my mom has prepared for me. As soon as I am finished  I walk to the window and open up the curtain, as soon as I do that, a ray of sun lights the room up.  I get ready and see what this day has in store for me.  As I go and wake up my grandmother, I go pass a hallway full of pictures, that bring me to the past. Looking at photos that I took with family and friends, I want to go back to that day and relive the occasion that was being celebrated. To loud laughs, kids screaming as they play games that they make up, it reminds me how happy I am to be around family. 
     When I'm in my room doing homework or projects, I can hear my named being yelled. Running to whoever needs me, my grandmother or mother tell me that they need help with all their house work. Washing the dirty dishes, folding the piled high clothes, vacuuming all the rooms, and fixing papers that are all over the place. As I help out I can remember all the things I used to do as a child, from mixing different items around the house without getting caught and playing hide and seek with cousins. I can remember the places where my uncle would put me in "time out", and me falling asleep so I could get out of it. 
      But whenever I have a bad day, I can always go home to the feeling of comfort from family members or friends. My home changed over the years from my child hood to now. My grandfather has extended his home every time a new family was added.  This home will always allow me to be safe, with the people and environment it has been in.

Comfort Food Essay

     Pancit is our family's favorite dish to eat at parties, special occasions, or just simply all the time. Walking through the kitchen doorway, I could smell the mixtures of vegetables, chicken, and noodles. 
I remember taking car rides to the noodle factory and market to buy all the ingredients we needed. As soon as we got home I would always rush upstairs and my dad would prepare everything we needed. I could hear the vegetables being chopped, the chicken boiling, and oil splashing.
     "Why is eating pancit so special" I asked my dad. "If you eat the long noodles you'll have a long life to live." My dad also had said that ever  since my grandfather was young he learned how to cook, he would make the best pancit anyone could ever have. After my grandfather has passed, my father has carried on the tradition to make everyone's favorite.
     I remember my dad calling me in to shred the hot chicken after it was just boiled. I would always watch my dad toss in the noodles, celery, bell pepper, carrots, and shrimp in the big bowl, as I continue to shred the piping hot chicken. After he has mixed everything together, he would put in the chicken, and would put me on his knee and he would say "toss it all together one more time." The pancit would be put into our serving dish, and the finishing touches would be topped with chopped green onions.
       "How long has this dish been in our family" I would say out loud. "Way before you were born." My mom replied. As I learn more and more about this dish, my goal is to carry it on for generation after generation. My family relatives face's would light when they would my dad bring the big dish of pancit, and would just rush to grab a plate of it. This dish has brought many memories and will create many more.

Roots and Recipes

The food that I have chosen is my dad's noodles "pancit". My grandfather has always made this dish for parties or special for my family. It's tradition was passed down to my father, and is still made to this day. My family relatives and I, have always enjoyed this dish and no matter what we will never get tired of it.
I will be interviewing my father on how he has learned from my grandfather, and how he makes this dish.