Making the perfect pizza may not seem like rocket science. The process to perfecting a pizza can be a little tricky at times though. You wouldn't want to present your paying customer with any old slopped together pizza would you? One should never have to change their clothes after eating a pizza because it was overloaded with sauce that ran down their chin onto their shirt. Or bite into a pizza just to have its entire contents slide off onto your pants. Follow the easy steps and with a little practice you too can make the perfect pizza. The first step is to make the dough. The following step is place the toppings. The last step is to cook the pizza.
The first and trickiest part of making the perfect pizza is to make the dough. First I clear off the counter top and sprinkle wondra all purpose flour onto the surface. I slap the dough onto the wondra, and pat it down. I stretch the dough every which way until I make a circle. Tossing the dough in the air only leads to disaster! A pizza cannot under any circumstances have a hole! After much practice and lots of wasted dough I have created a perfectly round dough.
The second step to a perfect pizza is to make it a pretty pizza by placing the toppings just right. First comes the sauce. I use the same scoop every time to get the right amount of sauce. Two scoops is just right. I carefully sprinkle the previously weighed bag of cheese all over the pizza. Toppings toppings toppings, so many choices. I place the toppings all over the pizza using lots of them as I go. Oregano is last but is most important for tasting pleasure. Choosing and placing the toppings is a very important part of the perfect pizza making process.
The last step is to cook the pizza. I take the easy way out using the conveyor oven. I place the pizza onto a wire rack making sure that none of it is hanging over the side. It's very bad to have the pizza slopping over the sides. This leads to fire! Trust me I know. I didn't learn that lesson the first time, or the second time actually. The third times a charm though. Fifteen minutes later the pizza pops out the end, and it's ready to be boxed. A nice thank you note and smiley faces are always greatly appreciated by the customers. Cooking the pizza just right is a crucial part of creating the perfect pizza.
After creating the perfect pizza I get a great feeling of satisfaction. A pretty pizza makes for a very happy customer. Happy customers always come back for another. Soon they are addicted to the pizza. They tell a friend who tries a pizza then tells their mother who tells her sister in law, and soon everyone is enjoying the perfect pizzas. I haven't always been a perfect pizza maker. I've had my fair share of holes, pizzas on the floor, uncooked pizzas, and pizzas without sauce. With the right amount of patience and practice you too can make the perfect pizza!
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Division Essay!
It's important for everyone to have at least one good friend in their life. Where would we be without out good friends? It the world would be a sad place if we didn't have that person we could call at 3a.m. because were down in the dumps. That person that we can't wait to tell, "I'm in love!", "I'm pregnant!, "I'm engaged! or "I got a new car!". That person we can cry to when we messed up that's still going to love us anyways. I'm happy to say that I have a select few of these friends. I could trust them with my life. Not every friend we come across though is a good one. I've had my fair share of not so good friends. The cold hearted people that have stabbed me in the back time and time again. I had a so called friend that told my every secret to the whole school, lied over and over, and even stole from me. This girl actually made me smarter though. She taught me what not to look for in a friend. Therefore I have discovered there are three main components to being a good friend. One needs to be honest, a good listener, and needs to be able to have fun.
Honesty is the most important key to a good friendship. A good friend needs to be able to keep a secret. When I tell a friend something that I just want them to know, I wouldn't expect them to go tell everyone they know. I learned the hard way that not everyone is cut out to be a secret keeper. I've been embarrassed a few times with a secret that has accidental leaked out. Also when I ask one of my good friends a question I expect that their going to be 100% honest with me. "Do these jeans make my butt look big?" "Oh my god, yes they do, take those off immediately!" I wouldn't ask a question that I didn't want an honest answer to. Even if the truth hurts it's better than being lied too!
A good listener is the second component to being a good friend. A good friend will not only tell you their problems, but they will take the time to listen to yours too. I had a friend once that I'm not even sure knew a single thing about me. She would talk my ear off with her problems, but when I tried to get two words in I was instantly cut off so she could tell me what she had for lunch, because obviously that was more important than what I had to say. A good friend is someone I can call in the middle of the night drunk, crying. "I'm not sure that I love him anymore!" "Guess what that bitch just said to me?!" She might think I'm insane, but she's not going to hang the phone up on me. She's just going to sit there and listen, because she knows that I would do the same for her.
The last component to being a good friend is someone I can have fun with. Good friends have to have common interests. A friend may not share every interest you have, but you obviously they have to have something in common, or why else would you be friends. If your idea of fun is fishing, you probably have a friend who also enjoys fishing with you. It just make sense that way. I can be myself in front of my good friends. I don't have to worry what they think about me. I can be as foolish or as dorky as I want with my friends. When I'm alone with my friends we can wear our hair on the side of our heads and dance around to "my humps" with facial masks on and be totally comfortable with each other. Having fun with someone is a very important component to a friendship.
Many friends pass through our lives, they come and go just like that. Very few people stay friends forever. Finding a friend who has all of the components, honesty, good listener and fun is very rare. When you do find a good friend hold on tight, because it's not very often you find a life long friend. Besides my family I really have only have one true friend. Sure I have people that I spend lots of time with, and yeah I consider them to be my friends. When it comes down to it though, I know that they won't be around forever. My best friend from high school is my one true friend. We have had many times throughout the years where we didn't talk for months, because we didn't agree on something. We always overcome our issues though. I have never had to second guess whether she was being honest with me or not, and that's what matter most.
Honesty is the most important key to a good friendship. A good friend needs to be able to keep a secret. When I tell a friend something that I just want them to know, I wouldn't expect them to go tell everyone they know. I learned the hard way that not everyone is cut out to be a secret keeper. I've been embarrassed a few times with a secret that has accidental leaked out. Also when I ask one of my good friends a question I expect that their going to be 100% honest with me. "Do these jeans make my butt look big?" "Oh my god, yes they do, take those off immediately!" I wouldn't ask a question that I didn't want an honest answer to. Even if the truth hurts it's better than being lied too!
A good listener is the second component to being a good friend. A good friend will not only tell you their problems, but they will take the time to listen to yours too. I had a friend once that I'm not even sure knew a single thing about me. She would talk my ear off with her problems, but when I tried to get two words in I was instantly cut off so she could tell me what she had for lunch, because obviously that was more important than what I had to say. A good friend is someone I can call in the middle of the night drunk, crying. "I'm not sure that I love him anymore!" "Guess what that bitch just said to me?!" She might think I'm insane, but she's not going to hang the phone up on me. She's just going to sit there and listen, because she knows that I would do the same for her.
The last component to being a good friend is someone I can have fun with. Good friends have to have common interests. A friend may not share every interest you have, but you obviously they have to have something in common, or why else would you be friends. If your idea of fun is fishing, you probably have a friend who also enjoys fishing with you. It just make sense that way. I can be myself in front of my good friends. I don't have to worry what they think about me. I can be as foolish or as dorky as I want with my friends. When I'm alone with my friends we can wear our hair on the side of our heads and dance around to "my humps" with facial masks on and be totally comfortable with each other. Having fun with someone is a very important component to a friendship.
Many friends pass through our lives, they come and go just like that. Very few people stay friends forever. Finding a friend who has all of the components, honesty, good listener and fun is very rare. When you do find a good friend hold on tight, because it's not very often you find a life long friend. Besides my family I really have only have one true friend. Sure I have people that I spend lots of time with, and yeah I consider them to be my friends. When it comes down to it though, I know that they won't be around forever. My best friend from high school is my one true friend. We have had many times throughout the years where we didn't talk for months, because we didn't agree on something. We always overcome our issues though. I have never had to second guess whether she was being honest with me or not, and that's what matter most.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Process Essay
Making the perfect pizza may not seem like rocket science. The process to perfecting a pizza can be a little tricky at times though. You wouldn't want to present your paying customer with any old slopped together pizza would you? One should never have to change their clothes after eating a pizza because it was overloaded with sauce that ran down their chin onto their shirt. Or bite into a pizza just to have its entire contents slide off onto your pants. Follow the easy steps and with a little practice you too can make the perfect pizza. The first step is to make the dough. The following step is place the toppings. The last step is to cook the pizza.
The first and trickiest part of making the perfect pizza is to make the dough. First clear off the counter top and sprinkle a decent amount of wondra all purpose flour onto the surface. Lay the dough into the wondra and sprinkle more on the top. I personally find that patting down on the dough while stretching it at the same time works best. Tossing the dough in the air only leads to disaster. Many people find that the dough rips when they stretch it too far. This is a big no no when perfecting a pizza. A pizza cannot under any circumstances have a hole! After much practice and lots of wasted dough a perfectly round pizza dough is created.
The second step to a perfect pizza is to make it a pretty pizza by placing the toppings just right. First comes the sauce. I use the same scoop every time to get the right amount of sauce. Two scoops is just right. Any less you have a dry pizza, any more you have a messy pizza that drips down the chin. Cheese comes next. I carefully sprinkled the previously weighed bag of cheese all over the pizza, making sure that the whole pizza if covered. Toppings toppings toppings, so many choices. Whatever is chosen it needs too look good. I start placing the toppings around the outside and make my way to the middle, using lots of them as I go. Oregano is last but is most important for tasting pleasure. Choosing and placing the toppings is a very important part of the perfect pizza making process.
The last step is to cook the pizza. I take the easy way out using the conveyor oven. I place the pizza onto a wire rack making sure that none of it is hanging over the side. It's very bad to have the pizza slopping over the sides. This leads to fire! Trust me I know. I didn't learn that lesson the first time, or the second time actually. The third times a charm though. I value my job and burning the store down is not an option. After fifteen minutes the pizza pops out the end of the oven, and it's ready to be boxed. A nice thank you note and smiley faces are always greatly appreciated by the customers. Cooking the pizza just right is a crucial part of creating the perfect pizza.
After creating the perfect pizza I get a great feeling of satisfaction. A pretty pizza makes for a very happy customer. Happy customers always come back for another. Soon they are addicted to the pizza. They tell a friend who tries a pizza then tells their mother who tells her sister in law, and soon everyone is enjoying the perfect pizzas. I haven't always been a perfect pizza maker. I've had my fair share of holes, pizzas on the floor, uncooked pizzas, and pizzas without sauce. With the right amount of patience and practice you too can make the perfect pizza!
The first and trickiest part of making the perfect pizza is to make the dough. First clear off the counter top and sprinkle a decent amount of wondra all purpose flour onto the surface. Lay the dough into the wondra and sprinkle more on the top. I personally find that patting down on the dough while stretching it at the same time works best. Tossing the dough in the air only leads to disaster. Many people find that the dough rips when they stretch it too far. This is a big no no when perfecting a pizza. A pizza cannot under any circumstances have a hole! After much practice and lots of wasted dough a perfectly round pizza dough is created.
The second step to a perfect pizza is to make it a pretty pizza by placing the toppings just right. First comes the sauce. I use the same scoop every time to get the right amount of sauce. Two scoops is just right. Any less you have a dry pizza, any more you have a messy pizza that drips down the chin. Cheese comes next. I carefully sprinkled the previously weighed bag of cheese all over the pizza, making sure that the whole pizza if covered. Toppings toppings toppings, so many choices. Whatever is chosen it needs too look good. I start placing the toppings around the outside and make my way to the middle, using lots of them as I go. Oregano is last but is most important for tasting pleasure. Choosing and placing the toppings is a very important part of the perfect pizza making process.
The last step is to cook the pizza. I take the easy way out using the conveyor oven. I place the pizza onto a wire rack making sure that none of it is hanging over the side. It's very bad to have the pizza slopping over the sides. This leads to fire! Trust me I know. I didn't learn that lesson the first time, or the second time actually. The third times a charm though. I value my job and burning the store down is not an option. After fifteen minutes the pizza pops out the end of the oven, and it's ready to be boxed. A nice thank you note and smiley faces are always greatly appreciated by the customers. Cooking the pizza just right is a crucial part of creating the perfect pizza.
After creating the perfect pizza I get a great feeling of satisfaction. A pretty pizza makes for a very happy customer. Happy customers always come back for another. Soon they are addicted to the pizza. They tell a friend who tries a pizza then tells their mother who tells her sister in law, and soon everyone is enjoying the perfect pizzas. I haven't always been a perfect pizza maker. I've had my fair share of holes, pizzas on the floor, uncooked pizzas, and pizzas without sauce. With the right amount of patience and practice you too can make the perfect pizza!
Isearch-What
I know that depression is caused by a chemical imbalance in the brain. I'm not at all sure what that really means though. I know that my mother had a few bad things happen in her childhood and shortly after. I don't know the details. I'm not sure if these things cause depression or if depression is just something that you develop like a disease. I'm pretty sure that there is no cure for depression. I have seen my mother get better and worse throughout my life. I think the answer is no. That it is always something the person lives with, it may just improve over time. As far as depression being hereditary I have no idea. I have never heard one way or the other. My guess is that it cannot be prevented. If depression is in fact just caused by a chemical imbalance in the brain I don't see that it could be prevented.
My mother has taken lots of different medicines to treat her depression. I don't know the names of the ones she has taken. I have noticed some of the affects though. I have seen her become happier when she got her meds changed. I have also seen my mother become "spaced out" after having her meds changed. My mother has also had ECT treatments. I know that doctors somehow send and electric shock though your body or brain. I don't know how this treatment helps the patient. My mother has suffered major memory loss from having these treatments. She had these treatments years ago and I'm not sure that she will every regain her memory.
My mother has taken lots of different medicines to treat her depression. I don't know the names of the ones she has taken. I have noticed some of the affects though. I have seen her become happier when she got her meds changed. I have also seen my mother become "spaced out" after having her meds changed. My mother has also had ECT treatments. I know that doctors somehow send and electric shock though your body or brain. I don't know how this treatment helps the patient. My mother has suffered major memory loss from having these treatments. She had these treatments years ago and I'm not sure that she will every regain her memory.
Contrast Essay
My brother and I are complete opposites. Besides Sharing our brown hair, brown eyes, and our last name we have nothing in common. Although I love my brother very deeply I cannot think of a single time in my life we have agreed on something. My brother is four years older than me, and I am the baby of the family. From the time we were able to communicate with one another it has been a constant argument. It was always something. Who was going to sit in the blue recliner, who was going to pick what we watched on TV, who got the last string cheese, or who got to sit in the front seat of the car. I have a very different outlook on life than my brother does. I have goals in life that I work hard to reach everyday. My brother finds odd jobs to pay his bills, and lives his life one day at a time. I was considered the good child, he was the not so good child who made bad choices. He is very loud and in your face, and I am more soft spoken and kind.
The first difference between my brother and I is that I have goals in life and he does not. When I graduated from high school I didn't go directly to college. I knew that I wanted and needed to go to be successful in life. I just wasn't sure what to go for yet. After a year and a half I made the decision and here I am on my way. My brother on the other hand dropped out of high school his junior year. He said he was going to get his GED. Buying the book and flipping through it a few times was as far as he went with that. I got my second job the week after I graduated. I knew that if I wasn't going to school right away I needed to be working. I have worked hard for everything I have. For the past two years I have been living on my own supporting myself. My brother still lives with my mother. He never keeps a steady job. He usually does small odd job, just enough to get him by. He has no desire to make anything of his life just to get by the easy way.
The second difference between my brother and I is that I was the good child growing up, and he was the not so good child. My parents were very fair and always treated us equally, but I was less of a hassle. Speeding tickets, fines, and notices from teachers were always flooding the mailbox at my parents house. All of which belonged to my brother. Perfect attendance, good grade awards, and photographs from various school activities cluttered up the front of the fridge. All of which belonged to me. My brother would always stay out late and never respected my parents rules. So they just assumed he was getting in to some kind of trouble. I was always checking in with the parents letting them when I was going to be home, what time, and who I was with. Obviously this led my parents to have much more trust for me than my brother. I'm not saying that I was a perfect child but I was much easier for my parents to deal with than my brother was.
The third difference between my brother and I is that he is very loud and in your face. I'm more soft spoken and kind hearted. My brother will be the first to tell you just what he thinks about you. He really doesn't sugarcoat much. He also has a booming voice that is easily heard across the room. Whether he's yelling or just carrying on a normal conversation everyone hears it. I have a very soft voice and am pretty quite until I get to know someone. I'm not at all judgemental and can befriend almost anyone. I've always had a big heart. I am very sympathetic for others and their problems. I have never seen my brother cry once. He sat at my side at my uncle's funeral. Not one tear ever fell from his eye. I cried my eyes out the entire time. I cried for weeks whenever we lost a family pet. He acted like it never bothered him. He definitely never lets his emotions show and I wear my mine on my sleeve.
My brother and I still often don't see eye to eye, but when it comes down to it we're still there for one another. My parents recently have gotten a divorce. This came as a huge shock to my brother and me. Its been a struggle that we both share so we have been able to overcome our differences to help each other through the transition. Looking back at all the screaming, fighting and name calling I kind of feel bad. I know that's how brothers and sisters treat each other a lot of the times, but that's something I can't take back. I think I have matured a lot lately. I realize that my brother's life is something that I can't control, and I need to let it go. I need to let him make his own decisions. My parents have always told me that he was the only brother I will ever have and now that's sinking in. We're only here for a short time. As many times I have told him I hate him, I don't actually at all. It's time to put our differences aside and grow up!
The first difference between my brother and I is that I have goals in life and he does not. When I graduated from high school I didn't go directly to college. I knew that I wanted and needed to go to be successful in life. I just wasn't sure what to go for yet. After a year and a half I made the decision and here I am on my way. My brother on the other hand dropped out of high school his junior year. He said he was going to get his GED. Buying the book and flipping through it a few times was as far as he went with that. I got my second job the week after I graduated. I knew that if I wasn't going to school right away I needed to be working. I have worked hard for everything I have. For the past two years I have been living on my own supporting myself. My brother still lives with my mother. He never keeps a steady job. He usually does small odd job, just enough to get him by. He has no desire to make anything of his life just to get by the easy way.
The second difference between my brother and I is that I was the good child growing up, and he was the not so good child. My parents were very fair and always treated us equally, but I was less of a hassle. Speeding tickets, fines, and notices from teachers were always flooding the mailbox at my parents house. All of which belonged to my brother. Perfect attendance, good grade awards, and photographs from various school activities cluttered up the front of the fridge. All of which belonged to me. My brother would always stay out late and never respected my parents rules. So they just assumed he was getting in to some kind of trouble. I was always checking in with the parents letting them when I was going to be home, what time, and who I was with. Obviously this led my parents to have much more trust for me than my brother. I'm not saying that I was a perfect child but I was much easier for my parents to deal with than my brother was.
The third difference between my brother and I is that he is very loud and in your face. I'm more soft spoken and kind hearted. My brother will be the first to tell you just what he thinks about you. He really doesn't sugarcoat much. He also has a booming voice that is easily heard across the room. Whether he's yelling or just carrying on a normal conversation everyone hears it. I have a very soft voice and am pretty quite until I get to know someone. I'm not at all judgemental and can befriend almost anyone. I've always had a big heart. I am very sympathetic for others and their problems. I have never seen my brother cry once. He sat at my side at my uncle's funeral. Not one tear ever fell from his eye. I cried my eyes out the entire time. I cried for weeks whenever we lost a family pet. He acted like it never bothered him. He definitely never lets his emotions show and I wear my mine on my sleeve.
My brother and I still often don't see eye to eye, but when it comes down to it we're still there for one another. My parents recently have gotten a divorce. This came as a huge shock to my brother and me. Its been a struggle that we both share so we have been able to overcome our differences to help each other through the transition. Looking back at all the screaming, fighting and name calling I kind of feel bad. I know that's how brothers and sisters treat each other a lot of the times, but that's something I can't take back. I think I have matured a lot lately. I realize that my brother's life is something that I can't control, and I need to let it go. I need to let him make his own decisions. My parents have always told me that he was the only brother I will ever have and now that's sinking in. We're only here for a short time. As many times I have told him I hate him, I don't actually at all. It's time to put our differences aside and grow up!
Monday, April 4, 2011
Background2
Almost as far back as I can remember my mom has had depression . I can remember that when I was six or seven things started going downhill with our family. My mom was going to the doctors a lot. It started off once a week and soon it became two or three times a week. The doctor visits never seemed to help my mother though.
A couple years later my brother and I were moving back and forth from our house to our grandparents house. My mother was in and out of the hospital, and my father was working the night shift. It was hell! I was young and didn't understand what was going on. I was scared. I didn't want to talk to anyone about it because I just wanted to ignore all the bad things, and hoped that maybe it would all just go away. I just wanted to be home with my mother and father as a family. I wanted things to be normal again.
Another year or so went by and my mother tried to commit suicide. Thankfully she did not succeed. She had made aphone call to one of her friends second guessing herself. The friend rushed her to the hospital and saved my mother's life. Throughout my childhood life with my mom was a rollar coaster. She would was getting better all the time just to fall back into her world of sadness. We always did things as a family. We went camping several times a year, we took day trips on the four wheelers , snow sled rides, family get togethers, and so on. We always had a good time, but something was still missing.
A couple years later my brother and I were moving back and forth from our house to our grandparents house. My mother was in and out of the hospital, and my father was working the night shift. It was hell! I was young and didn't understand what was going on. I was scared. I didn't want to talk to anyone about it because I just wanted to ignore all the bad things, and hoped that maybe it would all just go away. I just wanted to be home with my mother and father as a family. I wanted things to be normal again.
Another year or so went by and my mother tried to commit suicide. Thankfully she did not succeed. She had made a
ISearch why2
I choose to research depression as my topic, because my mother has suffered with the disease for several years. The word depression had always been in the back of my mind, but recently I've realized how little I actually know about it. I was right by my mother's side all of those years, but it was something that we just didn't talk about as a family. It was no secret in my household that something wasn't right. We knew my mother wasn't happy and my father was very involved, but my brother and I seemed to try to block it out. We went on with our lives trying to keep everything as normal as we possibly could. I think it was just easier not knowing so I didn't ask the questions. Now that I'm older I have lots of questions I would like to get answers to.
- What
causes depression ? What caused my mother's depression - Is there cure? Does it get better?
- Is it hereditary? Will I get it?
- Could it be prevented? How?
- My Mother has taken a lot of different meds. Are some better? Will they have long term affects on her?
- What is an ECT treatment?
- What besides memory loss are there more side effects?
- Will mother ever gain back memory?
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