Adelia Rivera
So let's talk about my media class getting me to think about my favorite food.
Mary Ann, the class teacher, has us researching different photography and food sites for our Edible English/Interview class, which brings me to this blog. With this class I get the best of both worlds: Pictures (my family and I love to take pictures of everything) and Food! Who doesn't love food? I mean jeez, you have to eat to live. Might as well love what you eat.
So I'm sitting there looking at all these different, crazy and just weird looking pictures, when my classmate grabs my attention with a picture of this amazingly delicious looking pasta bowl. It immediately made me think of my favorite food, Penne pasta with vodka sauce and grilled chicken. I came to try this dish for the first time in my first trimester of pregnancy. Just seeing this dish for the first time, I knew it was going to be an explosion of favorites: It's all my favorite things mixed into one -- my pasta (really, I love anything carb, bread, rice, pasta, etc.) and lots of sauce. What could be better than this semi-thick creamy red-orange sauce, with a hint of garlic and basil! Uummm. Cut up grilled chicken sits like a king on his throne. I loved this dish and so did the boyfriend, who was so anal and tried to dictate everything I ate during the pregnancy. He could never intervene when I had this dish (which was very often). It was loaded with protein!
Photo blog:
I'm looking at these different photography sites when I came across this picture taken in Haiti after the quake had struck. It triggered so many thoughts. In the picture there were dozens of bodies stacked up on top of each other, with a handful of babies no more than a year old right on top. You might even mistake these innocent peaceful looking babies for sleeping. Simply taking a nap. Only we know the truth. They are not alive anymore.
As a person who is intrigued by homicide stories and has seen some gruesome pictures of dead bodies, there is something so unnatural about seeing a lifeless child. You would think the heartbreak of this picture stops there, but it doesn't. The father of one of the deceased babies (10 months old) is kneeling over his child mourning his loss. Isn't that just terrible? It makes you think about what you would do if put in that situation. As a mother of a 19-month-old, I always want my son to have a chance at life and to succeed. If I were in this situation and had the ability, I would do whatever I needed to save his life, even if that meant giving up my own. I would need to have faith that whoever found him would give him that chance at life that any child deserves.
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