My Three W.E.X. Entrees

"Burning the Midnight Oil"
I was awoken by a hard sturdy shove, that sent me from the bed straight to the icy cold floor.
"Burning the midnight oil last night did you?" the man chuckled, with a voice that sounded as if he'd been smoking for the last fifty years.
My head throbbed, and body ached. Looking out the window I noticed that it had to be five in the morning at the latest. Wow, I thought, I had been asleep for an hour.
" Come on, no time for just laying there, we have work to do." His smile was cold, showed his yellowing teeth. He was going to make me work even harder I see.
"Grocery Bag"
I awoke in a large factory, many bags around me. We were all confused about where we were, and what we are for that matter. I knew I could understand the unspoken words around me, but words spoken aloud in some foreign language.
"This shipment's going to San Diego." What did that mean? What was a San Diego? All of the sudden I was shoved into a large wooden box, hundreds around me. It was so dark; did I turn off my seeing? Or was I seeing? I must have drifted into sleep, because I awoke somewhere new.
This new place was much different from the factory.
I was hanging from my handles on a small pole that stuck straight out of the wall. I thought. I heard a big huff from behind me and that's when I noticed that about ten of us were piled up on that pole, I was the first in the stack. Suddenly lights flickered on and very oddly shaped bags were coming into the store. They were talking aloud. How strange, I thought.
Utopia
There was a little town on the edge of the beach and everybody knew everybody. The sun was always out except for the few days it would rain. The sun was warm with a soft breeze. The water was crystal clear and the little fish that swam around where beautiful. There were little shops up and down the streets of this town, and there was nothing dangerous here, so a kid of any age could walk alone anytime of the day. The shops always had something interesting inside, lots of little businesses, the owner always smiling when you walked in.

The point of our herb garden is to learn about sustainability. As a class we learn about a family called the Dervaes family. We learned how they sustain themselves with the food they grow from their land. I think that Charlotte had us plant herbs in our classroom and make thing with the herbs, to learn that not everything needs to be bought from the store, where the produce is grown hundreds of miles away.

Link for BOTH recipes.

Tarak McLain, This I Believe

This is the link to the essay I chose. (CLICK HERE)

I choose this essay because I thought that it was very inspirational that, this now seven-year-old boy named Tarak, see what should be happening with the world but isn't. Towards the end of the essay Tarak says, "I believe war should not have started.I believe war should stop.I believe we can make peace." I see these few lines as what Ishmael, from My Ishmael, was trying to say throughout the book. He believes that we can fix what we have started. It amazes me that a seven-year-old boy can comprehend that the world isn't perfect, but many of the world's leaders still do not understand.

Baked Fudge (link one)
Mango Pomegranate Guacamole(link two)
These are both food blogs.:)