-I think I am very weak in my word choice just as I said in my self assessment I did a while ago. Because of the way I talk daily, I dont always use big words to describe the way I'm feeling or what not. I usually use simple words in my sentences rather then challenging words I've learned in middle school. Although I have had a vcabulary book to study words in middle school I've never really got to the point where I used those words daily.
-Well, during my whole elementary and middle career, I've always had tests occasionally on my spelling/ vocabulary words. Before each test it would be an assignment to write down each word and definition and then to study from it. Other than that, we ould write the words a couple of times and fit each word in a sentence provided and find the synonyms and antonyms of the word.
-Well first, I take whatever technique I've used in the past. But since then I think i changed my ways. I use my context clues first to see what it really means. I take a quick guess and then look it up. I'd say it a couple of times and move on.
-Well, since we are getting into a lot of reading I would like learn more challenging words that I should probaqbly know by now and apply them to my essay and etc. I feel like I;m behind with my vocabulary so I would like to learn as many words as possible. I could use my updated words I've leanred in my upcoming essays or when I'm giving presentations.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
New Memories But Same Old Traditions.......
As we rushed out of the house, my mom laid our traditional “money jar” right outside the frontthe door like each New Years Eve. While Dad beeps the car horn as a signal to tell my mom to hurry we reverse out of the garage and await for her on the edge of the curb. Finally in Waipahu, I stepped out of the car shrieking and startling from the loud BOOMS and BANGS of fireworks. Greeting and hugging my family all the kids excite to the coming of the New Year. I could hear babies crying when they heard the fireworks pop and see my little cousins throw their little “Pop Pops” at the ground. Surrounded with all the joy and excitement my cousins and I hurried to finish our food and began lighting up anything in our sight. Since my cousin’s friend lived right across the street we called to challenge them. Endless colors from fountains sparkled and the smell of smoke filled the air creating this very gray fog. My cousin, Alyssa got so caught up with trying to win, that she forgot to throw the firework causing it to pop right in her hand. She quickly ran to me and I called everyone to come out of the house to help her. I wasn’t mad but the adults didn’t allow us to pop anything anymore because of this incident. Bored as ever, my cousin kept crying all night while the adults just sang on the karaoke; it was torture. Leaving Waipahu, we made it home just before New Years. Once it hit twelve, first person to walk through the front door had to close the “money jar” and bring it in the house. Tradition has it that the parents put money into the “money jar” every New Years Eve and by the time the youngest of the children get married(ME) the money jar will be given to them and so on.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Online Portfolio Reflection,
My portfolio that I have made shows all the work I have completed throught this semester. As you can see, this semester has been really packed and its shows that I have learned alot.
Questions:
1.What did you like best about my portfolio and portfolio conference? What would you like to see me improve on in my portfolio?
2.From your point of view, which of my attainments of the 4 traits of writing is of most value? Please explain why you feel it is important and what about my documentation of it impresses you.
3.Which of the traits of writing would you like me to focus on in the coming semester?
Your comment posts serves two purposes:
1.It is an opportunity for them to comment on your learning and
2.It is part of my assessment of your attainment of General Learning Outcome #5, "Effective Communicator." Your sharing of the portfolio should enable your parents to reflect and respond to the three questions above.
Questions:
1.What did you like best about my portfolio and portfolio conference? What would you like to see me improve on in my portfolio?
2.From your point of view, which of my attainments of the 4 traits of writing is of most value? Please explain why you feel it is important and what about my documentation of it impresses you.
3.Which of the traits of writing would you like me to focus on in the coming semester?
Your comment posts serves two purposes:
1.It is an opportunity for them to comment on your learning and
2.It is part of my assessment of your attainment of General Learning Outcome #5, "Effective Communicator." Your sharing of the portfolio should enable your parents to reflect and respond to the three questions above.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Interdependence Rough Draft,
Interdependence means to me that whoever we are or whatever we do, we all in some way rely on each other. In other words, I don’t think anyone can do every little thing by their selves. Anyone can be interdependent, but those who don’t act or think interpedently grow to be good individual producers, lonely, and at the same time lacking the ability or chance of being a good team player or leader, which is really what interdependence is all about, being and acting in unison.
As I see it, we live in a chain, we act as the humans in the world that plant the seeds, animals feed on the plants we’ve grown, and we feed on the animals, and so on. The chain continues somewhat like a circle and a circle never ends. Interdependence seems never ending. We practically depend on one another daily, whether it is at home or in school. People who make the things they want with their own hands are rare these days. It’s common to see people like us, who get different things from different people.
In our Media class, there’s a lot of interdependence going on all the time. When we had our first Photoshop project it was assigned to us for individual work. As we worked hard that day, interdependence was in the room. It was the first actual time most of us had learned how to use Photoshop, my classmates and I all helped each other on the simple things our teacher taught us how to do. When we make our videos for this class, we depend on each other again to do their part since we are all going to have the same grade. It may be acting, editing, or being the camera person in the video, we depend a lot on each other.
We all have many experiences of interdependence, but my fondest memory of mine is when my family gets ready for a party, birthday, or holiday. Since Christmas is coming up, our family always throws a big party at our auntie’s house. Each family member brings a hot dish to share. At home, my brother, dad, mom, and I all work together to prepare for the food. I help my mom bake while my brother helps my dad cook outside. We arrive early to the party to help my aunty setup. We put all the presents under the Christmas tree, clean up a bit, and lay out the food on the table. We all helped each other out, since we knew one person couldn’t handle this big job for their self.
Interdependence is indeed a big word, but I learned a lot of it with this essay. Even doing this essay included some interdependence; I depended on Google to help give a quick definition. Anyways, I also learned that interdependence is an effective way to get things done. Working by yourself won’t get you very far than when you work together.
As I see it, we live in a chain, we act as the humans in the world that plant the seeds, animals feed on the plants we’ve grown, and we feed on the animals, and so on. The chain continues somewhat like a circle and a circle never ends. Interdependence seems never ending. We practically depend on one another daily, whether it is at home or in school. People who make the things they want with their own hands are rare these days. It’s common to see people like us, who get different things from different people.
In our Media class, there’s a lot of interdependence going on all the time. When we had our first Photoshop project it was assigned to us for individual work. As we worked hard that day, interdependence was in the room. It was the first actual time most of us had learned how to use Photoshop, my classmates and I all helped each other on the simple things our teacher taught us how to do. When we make our videos for this class, we depend on each other again to do their part since we are all going to have the same grade. It may be acting, editing, or being the camera person in the video, we depend a lot on each other.
We all have many experiences of interdependence, but my fondest memory of mine is when my family gets ready for a party, birthday, or holiday. Since Christmas is coming up, our family always throws a big party at our auntie’s house. Each family member brings a hot dish to share. At home, my brother, dad, mom, and I all work together to prepare for the food. I help my mom bake while my brother helps my dad cook outside. We arrive early to the party to help my aunty setup. We put all the presents under the Christmas tree, clean up a bit, and lay out the food on the table. We all helped each other out, since we knew one person couldn’t handle this big job for their self.
Interdependence is indeed a big word, but I learned a lot of it with this essay. Even doing this essay included some interdependence; I depended on Google to help give a quick definition. Anyways, I also learned that interdependence is an effective way to get things done. Working by yourself won’t get you very far than when you work together.
Friday, November 13, 2009
KC3: Hydropower Rough Draft
About 90 percent of Hawaii's energy comes from imported oil. Hawaii is the only place that depends so much on the United States for imported oil. Hawaii can't rely on other states for oil that the U.S states can. Hawaii's future is depended so much on imported oil. Although Hawaii may be so reliable on the U.S it is blessed with lots of sunshine, strong winds, fast growing crops, flowing streams, geothermal heat, waves, and both warm and cold waters. We can use all these RENEWABLE RESOURCES to help produce energy and decrease the number of imported oil that comes from the Mainland.
Hawaii is so determined to find new ways to take advantage of all their renewable resources. If we use each renewable resource it helps decrease the chances of Global Warming by reducing air pollution. Every barrel of oil or ton of coal replaced with these renewable resources can reduce the amount of carbon dioxide that is exposed to the atmosphere. The state is taking a giant and smart step in actively supporting the development of a mix of renewable resources including Hydro power.
Hydropower uses the energy in flowing water to make electricity or to handle machinery. The force of falling water or flowing streams spins a turbine. A water turbine is much like a windmill except to use the turbine its poawered by water instead of wind. The turbine turns a generator that changes mechanical energy into electricty.
Hydropower plants have played a role in Hawaii for many decades, going from operating sugar mills to producing electricity for many utilities in Hawaii. It has been used to produce electricity for more than 100 years. The Wailuku River Hydroelectric Power Company plant is the largest in the state of Hawaii and began in May 1993. Taking about five miles of land, $30 million to plan and build, this power plant took 5 years to construct. It generates about 34 million kWh of electrical energy annually. Thats enough to supply 5,000 homes and replace 55,000 barrels of imported oil.
Hawaii is so determined to find new ways to take advantage of all their renewable resources. If we use each renewable resource it helps decrease the chances of Global Warming by reducing air pollution. Every barrel of oil or ton of coal replaced with these renewable resources can reduce the amount of carbon dioxide that is exposed to the atmosphere. The state is taking a giant and smart step in actively supporting the development of a mix of renewable resources including Hydro power.
Hydropower uses the energy in flowing water to make electricity or to handle machinery. The force of falling water or flowing streams spins a turbine. A water turbine is much like a windmill except to use the turbine its poawered by water instead of wind. The turbine turns a generator that changes mechanical energy into electricty.
Hydropower plants have played a role in Hawaii for many decades, going from operating sugar mills to producing electricity for many utilities in Hawaii. It has been used to produce electricity for more than 100 years. The Wailuku River Hydroelectric Power Company plant is the largest in the state of Hawaii and began in May 1993. Taking about five miles of land, $30 million to plan and build, this power plant took 5 years to construct. It generates about 34 million kWh of electrical energy annually. Thats enough to supply 5,000 homes and replace 55,000 barrels of imported oil.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Journal #14
Renewable Resources
Hydropower
Sicne we are surrounded by a large body of water, we should take the advantage of using hydropower, that way we can save money and go green to generate our electricity
Hydropower
Sicne we are surrounded by a large body of water, we should take the advantage of using hydropower, that way we can save money and go green to generate our electricity
Monday, September 21, 2009
Journal #10 Draft on Querencia
I still remember the address, 1641 Owawa St. right across the old Lumbini Pre School were I attended. This two story house held 9 rooms and 4 bathrooms housing about 3 families, I was one of them. I remember living upstairs; my room was right in the corner of the house. The dinning table was right in the view of the living room and I remember there was one big wooden fork and spoon hanging right over the kitchen along with the picture of the Last Supper hanging on the wall. The living room was rearranged so many times that I cant even remember the last way it looked but we had a big red couch that snaked through the living room that sat against the many windows we had. I still remember cleaning the big windows when I was little, climbing on the couch reaching for the highest part of the window. Often when my parents were not there I would wait for them on the couch watching TV. I would always get scared at night thinking there was someone on the other side of the window watching me.
In the afternoons, all us cousins who lived there would gather outside on my dad’s truck and discuss on what games to play. We would make up our own games such as “shark” or “cilli, cilli”. And on Sundays where everyone used to come to our part of the house and go to hula. Coming back we would always see our uncles, the neighbors, and friends drinking, smoking, and chatting with each other. when our cousins had to go home back to Waipahu we would sneak into the back of the car hoping our uncle wouldn’t notice while he secretly takes us to their house because we didn’t want the day to end. Eventually he spots us or hears us giggling in the back and asks us to get out while we grumpily say good bye.
I remember on boring days in the summer My cousin BJ and I would get so bored we just call the police for no good reason hoping to get a laugh out of it. I remember the police visiting our house twice in the same day asking my grandma if we called for them. We held most of our family holidays in that house, Christmas in our living room, Thanksgiving in the dinning room, new years and Halloween outside on the old green bench.
Ahh, the bench, that bench held many memories. I remember us kids carving words into the bench and eating oranges our grandma prepared for us on the bench. Although that bench wasn’t always green you know, one day the older version of the cousin painted it a light blue surprising all of us actually making it look new. I remember playing in the back of the house were there was a lot of my grandma’s plants and pieces of old cement looking rocks that housed beetles and other creatures under it. We would always play ball, I remember having to go to the neighbors house quietly trying to swipe the ball back whenever it went over the fence.
Then, some of my aunties and uncles that wanted to start their own family and becoming new parents felt like moving out. That’s when it all started. :[ My grandma found renters to rent all the empty rooms. The family didn’t feel like the renters belonged. We felt like we couldn’t do the same things anymore. We felt like the barged into our lives where we didn’t feel like they should have been. Then months after we had our renters, my grandma and grandpa had the urge to go back and live in the Philippines. And since my grandma and grandpa didn’t live there anymore we all started to slowly one at a time moving out of the house. We ended up selling our beloved old big house to a small little family. As I watched the family pack all our stuff to the trucks for moving I remembered sitting down on bench staring at the ground where I saw in the cement engraved me and my cousin’s name along with my dogs name. There and then I figured out I didn’t want to move all the way to Slat lake. I loved this house I held so memories that I didn’t want to leave behind. I felt that if I left the house new memories would be made by the new family that was living there and I didn’t want that. Our family practically built that house as family and lived in there as a family. I it took me a while to forget that house and get used to the new one.
And now, every time we go to Kalihi the first thing that comes to my head is that house Every time we pass by I always take a good look at it as if I wasn’t going to see it for a very long time.
In the afternoons, all us cousins who lived there would gather outside on my dad’s truck and discuss on what games to play. We would make up our own games such as “shark” or “cilli, cilli”. And on Sundays where everyone used to come to our part of the house and go to hula. Coming back we would always see our uncles, the neighbors, and friends drinking, smoking, and chatting with each other. when our cousins had to go home back to Waipahu we would sneak into the back of the car hoping our uncle wouldn’t notice while he secretly takes us to their house because we didn’t want the day to end. Eventually he spots us or hears us giggling in the back and asks us to get out while we grumpily say good bye.
I remember on boring days in the summer My cousin BJ and I would get so bored we just call the police for no good reason hoping to get a laugh out of it. I remember the police visiting our house twice in the same day asking my grandma if we called for them. We held most of our family holidays in that house, Christmas in our living room, Thanksgiving in the dinning room, new years and Halloween outside on the old green bench.
Ahh, the bench, that bench held many memories. I remember us kids carving words into the bench and eating oranges our grandma prepared for us on the bench. Although that bench wasn’t always green you know, one day the older version of the cousin painted it a light blue surprising all of us actually making it look new. I remember playing in the back of the house were there was a lot of my grandma’s plants and pieces of old cement looking rocks that housed beetles and other creatures under it. We would always play ball, I remember having to go to the neighbors house quietly trying to swipe the ball back whenever it went over the fence.
Then, some of my aunties and uncles that wanted to start their own family and becoming new parents felt like moving out. That’s when it all started. :[ My grandma found renters to rent all the empty rooms. The family didn’t feel like the renters belonged. We felt like we couldn’t do the same things anymore. We felt like the barged into our lives where we didn’t feel like they should have been. Then months after we had our renters, my grandma and grandpa had the urge to go back and live in the Philippines. And since my grandma and grandpa didn’t live there anymore we all started to slowly one at a time moving out of the house. We ended up selling our beloved old big house to a small little family. As I watched the family pack all our stuff to the trucks for moving I remembered sitting down on bench staring at the ground where I saw in the cement engraved me and my cousin’s name along with my dogs name. There and then I figured out I didn’t want to move all the way to Slat lake. I loved this house I held so memories that I didn’t want to leave behind. I felt that if I left the house new memories would be made by the new family that was living there and I didn’t want that. Our family practically built that house as family and lived in there as a family. I it took me a while to forget that house and get used to the new one.
And now, every time we go to Kalihi the first thing that comes to my head is that house Every time we pass by I always take a good look at it as if I wasn’t going to see it for a very long time.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Jounal #8 My Old home I onced lived in
trying new things arent always easy to get used to, but this house, this old traditional house in kalihi, held so many families, memories, love that it was so easy to get used to. Everything I needed was there i was never lonely because most of us cousins lived there. It was first my grandma's house and because it was such a huge house everyone lived in it. It had a green ruged bench right outside the door where at night our uncles their friends and our own neighbors would drink and hang out. Where in the afternoon it would be a hang out for us cousins. Its been so long since I've seen that house my memory of it will stay with me forver.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Final draft R&R
As I made my way to the kitchen, I spied a bowl full of red and yellowish washed mangoes sitting next to the sink. And I asked my mom "what are you making?” she replied in an exhausted voice "Help me bake mango cream cheese, again!"
Of course, I helped my mom because it’s always the right thing to do. Right then, my job was to peel and slice the mangoes into small sliced cubes. While cutting the mangoes, I accidentally made a huge mess. Every time I diced a mango a piece would always fall off the table and the juice would spray everywhere, on the table, on my shirt, and on my mom who worked next to me. She would often scold me to work neatly, but every time I try it always ends up with a huge mess in the kitchen.
We would cut enough mangoes that it would fill up a huge bowl the size of the sink. After filling the bowl we would add water, lemon juice and gelatin. Covering the bowl with saran wrap, we would stick it into the fridge and let it stay there for at least one night. This is why my mom plans to bake the pie at least one night before the party.
The next morning, my mom would hand me an empty butter bowl to mix the flour, butter, and sugar for the crust. This was the worst part for me because it would always take a long time for me to get it exactly the way my mom wanted it to be. My arm would ache mixing the crust until it was perfectly hard and clumpy. After this process, my mom would then give me a pan sprayed with pam. This step isn’t that boring as the mixing part. I would dump the crust I mixed into the pan and spread out evenly around the pan making sure there are no holes in the crust that I could see the bottom of the pan. I used my own special technique to spread the crust around. I use a rice scooper, a spoon, and/ or, I stick my hand in a Ziploc and begin spreading from there.
When done, I give my mom the crust filled pan to put into the 350 degrees heated oven where it bakes for 20- 25 minutes. As we prepare more and more pans of crust to bake, we stack each pan one on top of the other and wait for them to cool. While waiting, we prepare the cream cheese layer with one whole package of cream cheese mixed with sugar and cool whipped. My mom usually mixes this all with her blender made for baking using the bowl already provided with the blender to throw in all those ingredients. By the time this process is down the crust will already be cool.
My mom then takes a spoonful of her cream cheese and glides it evenly against the crust until it’s entirely covered. And with a thick layer of the mangoes, she pours an amount of it onto the cream cheese layer and makes sure it layers it until it almost touches the top of the pan.
Finally, the mango cream cheese is ready to be served. My mom usually saves two pans for us in case there is no extras after the party. For as long as I can remember my mom never does bake mango cream cheese out of the ordinary because it is a long process to complete and she doesn’t have the patience or the time to do it unless it’s for a special occasion.
Overall, her mango cream cheese pie contains three delicious layers. The mangos are juicy, sweet, and often jelly like. The cream cheese layer feels nice and cool especially when it runs through my finger its like touching a cloud or a soft marshmallow and the crust is tough, crunchy, and usually tastes like bakes cookie dough. The cream cheese and the crust are always my favorite part. I eat the mango first then save the cream cheese and crust after. Then after I scrap the cream cheese with my fork leaving the crust untouched. And finally I pick up the crust as if it was a pizza and stuff it in my mouth.
And even though my mom isn’t very good or the best in making us a complete meal, she does know on the other hand how to make a mean mango cream cheese pie, well at least to me. Some days, I just wish I could have a slice of her pie right now.
Of course, I helped my mom because it’s always the right thing to do. Right then, my job was to peel and slice the mangoes into small sliced cubes. While cutting the mangoes, I accidentally made a huge mess. Every time I diced a mango a piece would always fall off the table and the juice would spray everywhere, on the table, on my shirt, and on my mom who worked next to me. She would often scold me to work neatly, but every time I try it always ends up with a huge mess in the kitchen.
We would cut enough mangoes that it would fill up a huge bowl the size of the sink. After filling the bowl we would add water, lemon juice and gelatin. Covering the bowl with saran wrap, we would stick it into the fridge and let it stay there for at least one night. This is why my mom plans to bake the pie at least one night before the party.
The next morning, my mom would hand me an empty butter bowl to mix the flour, butter, and sugar for the crust. This was the worst part for me because it would always take a long time for me to get it exactly the way my mom wanted it to be. My arm would ache mixing the crust until it was perfectly hard and clumpy. After this process, my mom would then give me a pan sprayed with pam. This step isn’t that boring as the mixing part. I would dump the crust I mixed into the pan and spread out evenly around the pan making sure there are no holes in the crust that I could see the bottom of the pan. I used my own special technique to spread the crust around. I use a rice scooper, a spoon, and/ or, I stick my hand in a Ziploc and begin spreading from there.
When done, I give my mom the crust filled pan to put into the 350 degrees heated oven where it bakes for 20- 25 minutes. As we prepare more and more pans of crust to bake, we stack each pan one on top of the other and wait for them to cool. While waiting, we prepare the cream cheese layer with one whole package of cream cheese mixed with sugar and cool whipped. My mom usually mixes this all with her blender made for baking using the bowl already provided with the blender to throw in all those ingredients. By the time this process is down the crust will already be cool.
My mom then takes a spoonful of her cream cheese and glides it evenly against the crust until it’s entirely covered. And with a thick layer of the mangoes, she pours an amount of it onto the cream cheese layer and makes sure it layers it until it almost touches the top of the pan.
Finally, the mango cream cheese is ready to be served. My mom usually saves two pans for us in case there is no extras after the party. For as long as I can remember my mom never does bake mango cream cheese out of the ordinary because it is a long process to complete and she doesn’t have the patience or the time to do it unless it’s for a special occasion.
Overall, her mango cream cheese pie contains three delicious layers. The mangos are juicy, sweet, and often jelly like. The cream cheese layer feels nice and cool especially when it runs through my finger its like touching a cloud or a soft marshmallow and the crust is tough, crunchy, and usually tastes like bakes cookie dough. The cream cheese and the crust are always my favorite part. I eat the mango first then save the cream cheese and crust after. Then after I scrap the cream cheese with my fork leaving the crust untouched. And finally I pick up the crust as if it was a pizza and stuff it in my mouth.
And even though my mom isn’t very good or the best in making us a complete meal, she does know on the other hand how to make a mean mango cream cheese pie, well at least to me. Some days, I just wish I could have a slice of her pie right now.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Mango Cream Cheese Pie
As i made my way to the kitchen, i spied a bowl full of red and yellowish washed mangoes sitting next to the sink. And i asked my mom "what are you making?", she replied in an exhausted voice "Help me bake mango cream cheese, again!"
Of course, I helped my mom because its always the right thing to do. Right then, my job was to peel and cut the mangoes into small little sliced cubes. While cutting the mangoes, i accidentally made a huge mess. everytime i diced a mango a piece would always fall of the table and the juice would spray everywhere, on the table, on my shirt, and on my mom who worked next to me. She would often scold me to work neatly, but everytime i try it always ends up with a huge mess in the kitchen.
We would cut enough mangoes that it would fill up a huge bowl the size of the sink. AFter filling the bowl we would add water, lemon juice and gelatin. Covering the bowl with seran wrap, we would stick it into the fridge and let it stay there for at least one night. this is why my mom plans to bake the pie at least one night before the party.
the next morning, my mom would hand me an empty butter bowl to mix the flour, butter, sugar for the crust. This was the worst part for me because it would always take a long time for me to get it exactly the way my mom wanted it to be. My arm would ache mixing the crust until it was perfectly hard and clumpy. After this process, my mom would then give me a pan sprayed with pam. This step isnt that boring as the mixing. i would duimp the crust i mixed into the pan and spread out evenly around the pan making sure there is no holes in the crust that i could see the bottom of the pan. I use my own special technique to spread the crust around. I use a rice scooper, a spoon, and/ or, i stick my hand in a ziploc and begin spreading from there.
when done, i give my mom the crust filled pan to put into the 350 degrees heated oven where it bakes for 20- 25 minutes. As we prepare more and more pans of crust to bake, we stack each pan one on top of the other and wait for them to cool. While waiting, we prepare the cream cheese layer with one whole packaage of cream cheese mixed with sugar and cool whipped. My mom usually mixes this all with her blender made for baking using the bowl already provided with the blender to throw in all those ingredients. By the time this process is down the crust will already be cool.
My mom then takes a spoonful of her cream cheese and glides it evenly against the crust until its entirely covered. And with a thick layer of the mangoes, she pours an amount of it onto the cream cheese layer and makes sure it layers it until it almosts touches the top of the pan.
Finally, the mango cream cheese is ready to be served. My mom usually save two pans for us in case there is no extras after the party. for as long as i can remember my mom nevers does bake mango cream cheese out of the ordinary because it is a long process to complete and she doesnt have the patience or the time to do it uinless its for a special occasion.
Overall, even though my mom isnt very good or the best in making us a complete meal, she does know on the other hand how to make a mean mango cream cheese pie, well at least to me. Some days, i just wish i could have a slice of her pie right now.
Of course, I helped my mom because its always the right thing to do. Right then, my job was to peel and cut the mangoes into small little sliced cubes. While cutting the mangoes, i accidentally made a huge mess. everytime i diced a mango a piece would always fall of the table and the juice would spray everywhere, on the table, on my shirt, and on my mom who worked next to me. She would often scold me to work neatly, but everytime i try it always ends up with a huge mess in the kitchen.
We would cut enough mangoes that it would fill up a huge bowl the size of the sink. AFter filling the bowl we would add water, lemon juice and gelatin. Covering the bowl with seran wrap, we would stick it into the fridge and let it stay there for at least one night. this is why my mom plans to bake the pie at least one night before the party.
the next morning, my mom would hand me an empty butter bowl to mix the flour, butter, sugar for the crust. This was the worst part for me because it would always take a long time for me to get it exactly the way my mom wanted it to be. My arm would ache mixing the crust until it was perfectly hard and clumpy. After this process, my mom would then give me a pan sprayed with pam. This step isnt that boring as the mixing. i would duimp the crust i mixed into the pan and spread out evenly around the pan making sure there is no holes in the crust that i could see the bottom of the pan. I use my own special technique to spread the crust around. I use a rice scooper, a spoon, and/ or, i stick my hand in a ziploc and begin spreading from there.
when done, i give my mom the crust filled pan to put into the 350 degrees heated oven where it bakes for 20- 25 minutes. As we prepare more and more pans of crust to bake, we stack each pan one on top of the other and wait for them to cool. While waiting, we prepare the cream cheese layer with one whole packaage of cream cheese mixed with sugar and cool whipped. My mom usually mixes this all with her blender made for baking using the bowl already provided with the blender to throw in all those ingredients. By the time this process is down the crust will already be cool.
My mom then takes a spoonful of her cream cheese and glides it evenly against the crust until its entirely covered. And with a thick layer of the mangoes, she pours an amount of it onto the cream cheese layer and makes sure it layers it until it almosts touches the top of the pan.
Finally, the mango cream cheese is ready to be served. My mom usually save two pans for us in case there is no extras after the party. for as long as i can remember my mom nevers does bake mango cream cheese out of the ordinary because it is a long process to complete and she doesnt have the patience or the time to do it uinless its for a special occasion.
Overall, even though my mom isnt very good or the best in making us a complete meal, she does know on the other hand how to make a mean mango cream cheese pie, well at least to me. Some days, i just wish i could have a slice of her pie right now.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Journal #6
What are your special ingredients that you add to this dish?
"Tender, Love, & Care."
Do you enjoy preparing this dish? Why?
"Of course! Yes because I want to serve somethiing special. When I bake, I bake with love. I want to make sure it comes out perfectly shaped and appetizing."
What started you into making this dish?
"I wanted to make and try something different thn the ordinary pies."
How long have you been preparing this dish?
"Ever since we moved here and had the mango tree in the backyeard."
Whats your favorite part of the pie? Why?
"the top layer which is the mango, because its very refreshing and healthy."
Where did you geet the recipe from?
"I shared the recipe with my friend Linda."
What was the last memorable time you ate and made it?
"Last month, when we celebrated my sister' baby shower. She had requeasted me to bake it."
INGREDIENTS!
Crust:
2 cup sifted flour
1/2 cup confectioner's sugar
1 1/2 block cold butter
Cheese Layer:
1 package cream cheese, softened
1/2 cup sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 carton whipped topping
Friut Laayer:
2 envelopes unflavored gelatin
1 cup water
1 cup boiling water
1/4 cup lemon juice
1 cup sugar
4 cups firm, ripe mangoes, cubed
"Tender, Love, & Care."
Do you enjoy preparing this dish? Why?
"Of course! Yes because I want to serve somethiing special. When I bake, I bake with love. I want to make sure it comes out perfectly shaped and appetizing."
What started you into making this dish?
"I wanted to make and try something different thn the ordinary pies."
How long have you been preparing this dish?
"Ever since we moved here and had the mango tree in the backyeard."
Whats your favorite part of the pie? Why?
"the top layer which is the mango, because its very refreshing and healthy."
Where did you geet the recipe from?
"I shared the recipe with my friend Linda."
What was the last memorable time you ate and made it?
"Last month, when we celebrated my sister' baby shower. She had requeasted me to bake it."
INGREDIENTS!
Crust:
2 cup sifted flour
1/2 cup confectioner's sugar
1 1/2 block cold butter
Cheese Layer:
1 package cream cheese, softened
1/2 cup sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 carton whipped topping
Friut Laayer:
2 envelopes unflavored gelatin
1 cup water
1 cup boiling water
1/4 cup lemon juice
1 cup sugar
4 cups firm, ripe mangoes, cubed
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Journal #5
What is a good mene mac student? Three traits?
A good mene mac student is someone who learns through words and actions. A mene mac student will take and use whatever mene mac teaches them to the fullest. A mene mac student should never take this experience for advantage. They should always try their best to attend class as well as to try their best to be on time. A good mene mac student should alwasy respect their fellow mene mac class mates as well as their teachers, for they are the ones who will support us. A good mene mac student should learn to develop the skills of understanding, time management skills, as well as responsibilty. Of course, learning isnt all fun and games. It will sure to take time, but a good student always strive to be on the top.
A good mene mac student always perseveres no matter the situation. In my own perspective you can't seem to accomplish anything if you don't stick to it. Though a mene mac has many responsibilities they should learn that when in a different class they shouldnt doze into a different subject. when in your that certain class you give your undivided attention to it, that way you grasp any important information to use in the future. Thats basically what a mene mac student does. They take all their information they learned in their process of learning and hold it forever until the time comes again, when that information and knowledge is to be used.
A good mene mac student is someone who learns through words and actions. A mene mac student will take and use whatever mene mac teaches them to the fullest. A mene mac student should never take this experience for advantage. They should always try their best to attend class as well as to try their best to be on time. A good mene mac student should alwasy respect their fellow mene mac class mates as well as their teachers, for they are the ones who will support us. A good mene mac student should learn to develop the skills of understanding, time management skills, as well as responsibilty. Of course, learning isnt all fun and games. It will sure to take time, but a good student always strive to be on the top.
A good mene mac student always perseveres no matter the situation. In my own perspective you can't seem to accomplish anything if you don't stick to it. Though a mene mac has many responsibilities they should learn that when in a different class they shouldnt doze into a different subject. when in your that certain class you give your undivided attention to it, that way you grasp any important information to use in the future. Thats basically what a mene mac student does. They take all their information they learned in their process of learning and hold it forever until the time comes again, when that information and knowledge is to be used.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Journal #3
1) Mango Cream Cheese Pie
- Whenever my mom bakes this dish, I just can't have enough of it. I wouldn't stop eating until my mom would tell me so.
- Many people have asked for my mom's recipe for this pie but no one could ever make it as perfect as my mom.
2) I will be interveiwing my mom & there is no confirmed date on when this interveiw will happen but I"ll be sure to keep you posted.
3)
- What are your special ingradients that you add to this dish?
- Do you enjoy preparing this dish & why?
- What started you into making this dish?
- How long have you been preparing this dish?
- Whats your favorite part of the pie?
- where did you get the recipe from?
- What was the last memorable time you ate/ made it?
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
August 18,
My experiences with writing are making my own essay, writing in my own journal, blogging on myspace/facebook, and creating my own poems. Writing has never truly been a favorite but when i write i try to put as much of myself into it. As well as put in as much excitment, laughter, and depression. everytime i get an assignment for writing i would always look back at my past essays to help me get ideas. Such as when i did my science research project i looked back at my elementary projects to see what i could improve and change.
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