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Question

Making Turkish Eggrols is a tradition in my family, my mother makes them so perfectly, i knew it was going to be hard when it was my turn to learn. I always watched my mohter make them, working hard, concentrating, i could see how serious eggrolls were.I wasn't allowed to make eggrolls, i would mess them up, but when i turned 16 i decided i was ready to learn.It wasn't easy, the dough wouldnt even hold together at first.And when I had something that looked like an eggroll the taste was off. I cried because things werent turning out right at all.I kept on trying though, I knew I could make my mother proud.

Answer 1

Making Turkish Eggrolls is a tradition in my family. My mother makes them so perfect so I knew it would be hard when it was my turn to learn. I always watched how my mother worked hard and concentrated when she made them. I could see how serious eggrolls were. I wasn't allowed to make eggrolls because I would mess them up. When I turned 16, I decided I was ready to learn. It wasn't easy. At first, the dough wouldn't hold together. When I finally made something that looked like an eggroll, the taste was off. I cried because things weren't turning out right at all. I kept on trying though because I knew I could make my mother very proud.

Answer 2

Making Turkish Egg-rolls is a tradition in my family.  My mother makes them so perfectly.  I knew it was going to be hard when it was my turn to learn to make them. I always watched my mother make them. She always worked hard, concentrated so much, i could see how serious egg were. I wasn't allowed to make egg-rolls. She said i would mess them up. When i turned 16 i decided i was ready to learn. It wasn't easy, the wouldn't even hold together at first. When I had something that looked like an egg-roll it tasted awful. I cried because it wasnt turning out right at all. But I kept on trying, I knew I could make my mother proud.

Answer 3

Making Turkish Eggrolls is a tradition in my family.  My mother makes them perfectly.  I often watched her working hard and concentrating to make the perfect eggroll.  I could see how serious eggrolls were and when it was my turn to learn, I knew it would be hard.

When I turned 16 I decided I was ready.  It wasn't easy.  At first the dough wouldn't hold together.  When I finally managed to put one together and had something that resembled an eggroll, the taste was off.  I continued trying though.  I knew I could make my mother and my family tradition proud.