One of twenty-three -Jonivan

Dr. Pepper; bursting with 23 different flavors, they say, though I only know one. It's called Dr. Pepper. Sure, some people may say it has a different after-taste, but when it comes down to it, if something tastes like Dr. Pepper, they're not going to say, "Oh, this tastes just like 1/23 of the flavors of Dr. Pepper!" They'll just end up saying, "Huh, tastes like Dr. Pepper."





Why would the drink have 23 flavors? Why not just one big flavor? Do each of the flavors have a detailed description on what they provide for the drink? Would there be a noticeable difference if there were one less flavor? Are generic brands missing a flavor or two? Does diet have an extra flavor? All these questions come to mind when you think about all TWENTY-THREE of Dr. Pepper's flavors.



Not always have they classified Dr. Pepper as being the soda with 23 flavors, so what made them decide to advertise it?

Named Dr. Pepper
Having Twenty-three flavors
But most call it one

The Yummy Goodness That Breakfast Brings

Every morning I wake up tired and hungry. Then I go take a shower to wake myself up a little bit more, so I don't look like a zombie for the rest of the day. I then go to my closet and flip through my clothes over and over again trying to figure out what I am going to wear for the day. By then, I am starving to death wondering if I can even make it down the stairs. I then get to the kitchen where it is time to deside what breakfast food can cure the hunger of my growlling belly.

I then go into my pantry and look at all the cereal. I realize cold crunchy cereal does not sound good to me. Then I look in my freezer to see if there is anything to eat. I find a box of Pillsbury Cherry Toaster Strudels, I open it up to find out there is only one left. So, I put it into the toaster, and while waiting for it to pop up and be done. I twirl across the hard wood floor to my fridge. I open the fridge to find something to drink, and on the top shelf to find my favorite breakfast drink Lucerne Chocolate Milk. It is the best chocolate milk that I have ever had I don't think I can ever go back to any other brand.

As I twirl back across the floor with the chocolate milk in hand to the counter, where the wafting smell of the cherry strudel is coming from. It finally pops up and I toss it on to a little plate. Then I drizzle the frosting all over the top of the strudel. After pouring the glass of chocolate milk and putting the gallon jug away. I then grabbed the glass and the plate, and took it to the table. I then sat down, and took a sip of the cold glass of chocolate milk. As I imagine it tastes like the chocolate river from Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory. Then I go and take a bite out of the Cherry Toaster Strudel as the warm cherry filling and icing melts into my mouth. As I eat the Cherry Toaster Strudel it slowly demolishes my grumbling hungry stomach.

Questionable Option

The fridge is filled with questionable content. Each styrofoam box and cardboard carton gives a new possibility for an effortless meal. One box stands out. A Chili's box from the night before reveals a half eaten meal that (for the most part) is still fresh. A solitary glistening strip of honey-chipolte chicken stands out in a pile of pale, soggy fries. Why the fries where even taken is a mystery. The rest of the box is discarded and the piece of chicken in thrown in a bag and taken to school.

Who has the time to make food? Lunch leftover from takeout sometime earlier in the week is fast, easy, cheap, and always sounds delicious. But what is so delicious about old food that has sat in the fridge for days? Maybe it is the memories of that advertizement that made you want it in the first places.

Well no matter how much you try to convince yourself, the food you now enjoy is NOT the food you see in the advertisement.

Hiaku
Some leftover chicken.
Well do i really want this?
Meh, I guess it works.



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Starbucks... It's like a cigarette

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Now days people are just as addicted to Starbucks as they are cigarettes. It becomes part of an everyday routine, drink it in the morning to jump start the day, drink it at 2:30 pm when lagging at work and sometimes at 10:00 pm to hit the deadline of midnight for an assignment. Coffee goes hand in hand with a cigarette, most people smoke more while they have that hot cup of deliciousness in their hand.

For most, the aroma put off from coffee is enough. Wether it's coffee beans or fresh ground, the aroma is like the smell of rain right before it rains, but have some people taken that too far? There are numerous individuals who cannot get through a day without coffee, which is never known if that's a good or a bad thing. The news goes on and on about how if you drink too much coffee you'll get cancer and if you don't drink enough you'll still get cancer.

How do you resist though? Starbucks makes their cups and glasses fancy and fun like the brand new amusement park that opened up down the street, with the freshness seal that makes the cool POP sound when you open it. The smell flowing from the bottle that grabs you and pulls you in for another drink, but do they ever look at the contents of the drink? The calories, fats, sugars and carbohydrates go unknown to the addicted.

Overall, coffee is coffee and people are going to drink it regardless of how bad it may be for them. Just the same with anything else people are addicted to.

The Goodness Lies Ahead

I burst into the school cafeteria, knowing my choice of food has to be an ease of access, out in the open and easy to grab. "What do I want?" I think to myself, "chips, chips, chips." I notice the chips rack, then, by the check out section, all lonesome begging me to eat them. I grab a bag of my favorite chips and step into the checkout line.

On my way back to the classroom, walking as fast as possible without having to run, I open the dark red bag with the Halo Reach robots on the front. The aroma of nacho cheese comes forth, whispering to me, "eat me, eat me." I look down into the bag and see the lovely big triangular chips covered with bubbles, tons of bubbles. The chips' surfaces are very rocky and the orange powder envelops every inch of them, along with some black dots to add to the flavor. It looks so perfect inside the bag, just begging me to put my hand inside and grab those chips.

I take a deep breath and take one perfect triangular chip out. Before I know it, it's already in my mouth making crunchy sounds as I chew it and as my mouth envelops the nacho cheese flavor of one chip after another.

The orange powder on my finger tips is all that is left at the end.

Salty Goodness Will Become of You - Chris Lajoie

A light breeze sweeps through the pasture as I graze on the lush, green grass by the west gate of the ranch. Thinking to myself of how this glorious evening is unfolding right before my eyes, there couldn't be a more perfect day. Susie, my sister, waddled up next to me "Grandpa is going to tell us a spooky tale tonight before bed!"

"Great! I like the scary stories he shares with us." I replied.

Grandpa Big Horn has always been the wisest cow of the herd, standing six feet from the ground, his big black spots can be seen for a hundred yards. Many of the other cows look up to him for his knowledge and experience. His horror stories though are creepy, I don't know where he gets the ideas for them. It was getting dark and curiosity was grabbing me by the horns as to what his story will entail tonight. After the sunset, all of the cows gathered around Big Horn to hear what he had to say.

"There is rumors of a place in town that makes my spots crawl and tingle with fear."

"Its called a Meat Packing Plant and it is said that if you wander from the herd that strange men, who look like giants, will come wrangle you to the ground and take you there."

"What do they want with us Grandpa?" Susie questioned.

"Well they say at the plant screams echo throughout the building as they murder the cows that they have kidnapped, not for pleasure, but to harvest your flesh"

"When they peel your flesh from your bones, they will dip it in this liquid called 'Bourbon' and hang it out to dry with the other endless rows of cows who came across the same fate."

I squealed and let out a yelp, "That sounds awful Grandpa!" Covering my snout with my hoofs.

"It is! After they dry your flesh the men cover it in something called 'Pepper', I don't know what this does but they do it before they stick the flesh in this thing... A contraption of sorts... Called a 'smoker' I believe."

All the cows, spooked, looked around in the darkness. You could almost hear their hearts pounding in their chests.

As he continued, "The strange men then eat it, they say our flesh is "tender, slow-cooked, and satisfying" to their pallet. They even have named this sacrilegious aftermath 'Beef Jerky'."

"What savage beasts!" one of cows from the back screamed!

"Yes, yes... To think anyone would do such a thing comes as quite a shock."

As Susie and I started to head toward the barn to get ready for bed, Grandpa snuck up behind us and screamed, "We've come for your jerky!"

I screamed and about fell over dead with fright wreaking havoc throughout my nerves. I've never seen Susie run so fast! She was hiding under her hay in the barn crying when we finally found her. After Grandpa had admitted he was only trying to scare us and we admitted to his success, it was off to bed for us. Laying there, staring at the stars through the rotted hole in the barn's roof, it took a while to calm the adrenaline flowing in my veins. It was only a story I told myself. With a smile and a smirk, I was finally able to fall asleep. My Grandpa, always the trickster, I don't know where he comes up with this stuff. What a goof!

*Pictures would not cooperate and let me add captions, so here are my picture links...

Picture 1 (Cow grazing) - http://www.ma.nrcs.usda.gov/news/news_grass-based_dairy_tour.html
Picture 2 (Recipe) - http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977039297
Picture 3 (Cow fridge) -http://hof.povray.org/vaches.html

Where the grass is green
Don't let the jerky man snatch
You will become tasty

My Little Pony Kaitlen Horne

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You would think that only little girls would be attracted to the BRIGHT PINK wrapper full of RAINBOWS on the My Little Pony Fruit Snack holder, but I proved that theory wrong. As I was walking through the grocery store this weekend the box caught my eye. I reminisced the days my child hood playing in the middle of my floor with all the different colored ponies and knew that these different colored little ponies would taste so good.
As the check out lady scanned the box she looked at me with confusion. The look definitely said you’re not a little girl, why the hell are you buying these? I continued on with a bright smile and honestly I could have cared less what the lady thought. I was overjoyed by the fact that Kellogg’s would bring back an old fad.
As I sit here and eat these fruit snacks that are the size of my thumbnail, I am enthralled that Kellogg’s was able to honestly fit a variety of designs on it with detail. The pink one I just ate had a heart with a rainbow coming out of it, and yes you could see seven lines distinctive to the rainbow. This yellow one is a pony face that even has hair! The wrapper has one of the more popular My Little Ponies on it, its pink and I am almost positive that most girly girls had this one, I know that both my sister and I had our own.
I finished the pack already; sadly it only had nine little ponies frolicking throughout the silver lining. The water I washed it down with did the deed. Bye bye My Little Ponies....

My Little Pony

Likes my tummy a lot

Gallop all around

Being a Rockstar! -- Heather Jennings

I come to school ready for a new day with a big yawn. Im exhausted and ready to go back to sleep again. So i decide that on my way to my english class i should grab a wake up call. I take a big gulp of my Rockstar Energy drink and feel the sweet tangy taste of energy drain through me. It gives me a kick of awareness and jolts me back into reality. I have always been addicted to bubbly yellow liquid of Rockstar and its catchy name.

I found this at this website!

There are many different kinds of Rockstar that I love and enjoy every time. One of the best is the punched citrus flavor. The bright green can will grab your attention the moment you set your eyes on it. It has a very lemon lime punch that is always addicting. And of course it has no problem waking you up with the guarana and vitamin B included.


Although I can always enjoy the cool refreshment of bubbles from a Rockstar I still needed something else that would crave my growling stomach. Ineeded something quick and easy so i chose the one and only KitKat bar. And whenever i have the pleasure of enjoy the chocolatey goodness of these wafer treats i feel the urge to sing "give me a break, give me a break, break me off a peice of that KitKar bar!" in my head.

I found this at this website!

This is addiction

sweet tangy strong

sip crunch swallow yum!

Pepsi in a Bottle by James

It all started with a bottle. A wad of shapeless clear plastic, heated, then transformed into the proper shape, and finally cooled. Then it is labeled with the red. white, and blue logo of Pepsi, and is set to be filled.

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Ingrediants; gases, liquids, powders, are all mixed into one liquid. The brown, carbonated fluid flows down various pipes and tubes to the awaiting bottle. Once the bottle is filled it is sealed, the blue plastic cap is fastened securely so nothing leaks out.

Once the bottle of soda is filled and sealed it is shipped out to vendors and vending machines. There they await for the exchange of money, their purchase. Then they are opened, the compressed carbon dioxide gas escapes with a mighty hiss. Bubbles rise to the surface in foam, and then the bottle tips letting the soda flow into the awaiting mouth.

The bottle opens
Gasses hiss like snakes
Great taste awaits

Gronola, not just for the hippies.

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Granola, a favorite past time of hikers everywhere, or just lazy college kids who don't to cook a healthy breakfast. Instead 28 seconds before rushing out the door, deciding that they are starving, reach up into the kitchen cabinet, that was make for someone much over 5'5, and grab a granola bar out of the green box. Slam it into the opposite pocket of the Victoria's Secret water bottle and continue to rush out the door. After all, the granola bar is much healthier than microwaving the frozen pizza from the night before and scarfing that before English class.
Eating a granola bar can not be done in a quite environment, the entire process is loud and attention getting. The bright green wrapper alone can catch an eye and then the noise that it makes when obtaining it out of your bag is too much. Tearing it open causes a ruckus too, the initial rip usually causes fragments of the granola to disperse onto the ground around you. Time to decide weather to attempt to eat the bar fully intact or to tear it apart and eat it in pieces, either way there will be fragments everywhere. Definatly not a food to eat at a crime scene, if you are a suspect that is.
So you tear it because you don't really have anything to lose at this point since you've already made a hot mess out of your designated area, and you shove a piece that is a little too big into your mouth. Crunchy and sweet, with a hint of honey, but flakes of it get stuck in the crevices of your teeth so you sit like a weirdo trying to get them out. Keep your water handy because after just one bite you feel like the granola has absorbed all the moisture in your mouth, so you take a swig of your water and keep eating the granola anyways, feeling sorry for the janitor that has to vacuum up all the tiny shreds or granola left on the grayish carpet below and wondering if the student that sits here next will wonder if it fell out of a hippies cargo short pocket. So delicious but such a scene, perhaps tomorrow the microwaved pizza will serve as breakfast of champions.

Granola Haiku
Not Just for Hippies
Granola is Crunchy and Sweet
Keep your Kitchen Stocked

The Single Stuffed

As I sit here grouped together in a bag me and my seven single stuffed friends, our outer chocolate crunchy and slightly rough with a soft, creamy, frosty filling on the inside, I wonder what it would be like to be a double stuffed.

I have heard of these doubled stuffers. I hear they are twice as big, twice as creamy, and twice as much frosting! As a cookie this is very saddening we try to do our very best but there is only so much we can do when we are made by someone else. I imagine their outer shell being so soft when you bite into it you go straight through them. I bet even their bags have more stuffing! I bet they are nice and plushy, with extra frosting on the sides so they don't break. Man that would be living the high life.

But I am stuck here in my ziplock, plastic bag just my buddies for company. The only thing i have to look forward to is waiting for that girl over there to decide when she is going to let me pass through her mouth into her stomach. I bet she doesn't even really want me, what she really wants is one of those high rollin' doubled stuff who-da-whats with that extra sugar frosting. She probably isn't even going to eat me.

Ohhh wait I see her teal topped fingers reaching over here! One, two, three... five, all five soft, delicate fingers are now caressing my round, cookie shape. I'm moving up the ground is moving away! I think its finally happening. Are those lips? They are! They are moving apart I've never seen that happen before. I can see a whole new world, with weird shaped, white bumps aligning it. Here they come! Here they come!

Delicious.

Cookie Created

Chocolate is Delighted

Frosting is Insured

Wraped Up ....:Heide LaCosse

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I was so hungry as I made the long walk back to my car. My stomach growled and complained as I got near, almost as though it knew that I had food waiting for me.

As I sat down in the drivers seat the aroma of my BLT wrap wafted over to me from the passenger seat. Carefully I picked up the white to go box and opened it. The edible masterpiece that is the BLT wrap starred up at me. "eat me" it seemed to say.

I enjoyed every bit of it. Bacon lettuce and tomato are such an amazing combination that can really only be appreciated through experience. None are quite the same without the other, they make such a exquisite dinning experience that no one should go without.













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Delicious, crunchy

Wonder of the food world

savored then gone

Legendary Beverage Combination

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The ice cold beverage splashes down my throat in a waterfall of sweet taste. One word to describe it; refreshing. The Arnold Palmer has legendary roots as an original beverage combination of half iced tea and half lemonade. The drink is sweet like lemonade but not too sweet because of the tea. It keeps you cold and hydrated on a hot day. The drink is a light brown color with no odor and can be found in a variety of containers. My half and half is in a tall can with pictures of the epic Arnold Palmer himself in the background. Arnold Palmer is a famous pro golf player with numerous achievements to his name. The pictures feature Palmer gazing triumphantly into the distance, slamming a ball with his mighty golf club, and him smiling admiring his success. The drink is relaxing with less sugar then an energy drink or soda. Perfect for anytime of the day and is not harmful to your health. Side effects may include but are not limited to; happiness, relaxation, and hydration.

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Arnold Palmer drink

magical, amazing, sweet

it can not be beat

Roasting Nuts

The fire cackles, spitting flames consume the pit as sparks are spewed in all directions desiring to strike a fire of their own. A basket dangles over the fire, yet to be filled, collecting heat for the roasting that is to ensue. Time to prepare the almonds. On an old, weather beaten log, I sit. Its tangled arms thrusting from the sides reaching for some unknown afncied item. A rather large bowl sits with me, making my lap its resting place. Inside the bowl is my batter, concocted from the freshest ingredients. By the freshest I mean hand picked, each carefully selected to produce the finest product. Weeks have been spent wandering this blasted forest, searching and plucking; plucking and searching. Awe the things one does to make a buck.

A long apprehensive journey builds to this tantalizing night. The finished product, so deliciously appatizing, won't get to settle in this yearning belly. It has to be bagged and sold; sold to those who know nothing of the effort and care donated to such a seemingly simple product. If only they knew, years have been lost as this old soul saught out these finest of ingredients, in order to manufacture this commodity.

And so my concocting begins. I dump a large lump some of almonds in to the bowl atop my lap. The cinnamon carmel crystalizes on to each individual almond, preparing them for an explosion of taste that bombs the consumers mouth. The first batch is ready. Time to start Roasting nuts. Into the basket the pour. The flames suddenly sting the basket as carmel makes the fire sizzle and pop. I wait. The almonds start to crisp, turning a light brown. They are ready

But no, these are mine! I can't go on giving my nuts to these people that I don't even know! I shall keep them! So into the forest I go. There I shall dwell. Surviving off these freshest of ingredients roasting the finest nuts this world has yet to see!

Roasting my Almonds

Of ingredients so fine

Mine they are, all mine

God plus Jesus equals bacon

Six am, the smell of bacon filled my room, as i began to rise like the sun over the mountains slow and steady. I could hear the pops, and cracks of the meat beginning to cry out in one last effort to survive. I once was told that god plus Jesus equals bacon, and I would have to agree, as bacon is the greatest breakfast food in the world. It has been put on many a breakfast sandwich, or lay next to some cheesy scrambled eggs, and even toped with fudge.

Entering the kitchen I listened as the cries of pain began to slow, signaling that it had finished cooking. Forking at my strips on my plate, my mind began to wonder as it often does in the morning. I wondered how an animal of such filth and discussed could be killed to make such a mouth watering dish. How could an animal that lives its life in mud, and eating all the scraps of the week's meals? How can something so wrong for your health be so good, as to put moral health aside, for a guilty pleaser.

The first piece made my mouth water with the anticipation of eating bacon, and i was inspired with the need to create poetry, in order to describe such a breakfast. I nibbled away at my place, and with each bite the words began to flow like fat of the bacon. Like a pig myself i stuffed my fuel for the day in my mouth eyeing the clock that now was screaming eat faster you’re late.

Loved by many, but shunned by some

Soft, crunchy, goodness, of swine

Happy belly, groans no more.

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