So my mama asked me what I was doing, and since I couldn't give her any answer better than drooling, she decided to put me to work on my first essay ever.
She said I had to write about my favorite food.
That's not a hard one.
It always looks the same, kinda white and liquidy, but man, the taste varies from meal to meal. Whatever she eats (and she loves curry and garlic and spicy stuff like that), I get to eat ex post facto. It's usually pretty yummy, and always different.
And you know what they say - variety is the spice of life.
(Sorry I couldn't get a photo of the food or where it comes from, though it's produced locally. Very eco-friendly. But Mama said some people might not appreciate pictures. I think my daddy probably would.)