It tastes like home
“It tastes like home!!!!!”
As I sat on my rustic dark hazel wood dinner table, I let my thoughts ponder away from my endless supply of homework one night. I rubbed my hand against the tables rough surface as my mind frolicked through many thoughts, some of joys and happiness and others of sadness and despair when suddenly a ravishing question came upon me. This was not like any regular question, it was something that you could not find the answer to in a algebra book or quickly type on Google and get an answer in mere seconds. It was one of those questions.My mother was quickly finishing baking her famous chocolate chip cookies. They were amazing. Soft and delicate, immensely moist with just the right amount of dark chocolate chips that just seemed to melt in your mouth with every bite. The smell of the cookies made their way out of my medium sized kitchen, fluttered through the house, and finally made their way into the dining room, were I sat. I could not bear the temptation any longer as a rushed over to the steaming pan of cookies and hastily grabbed several. That’s when my question finally hit me.
What did the cookies taste like? I though for a while, slowly taking a bite. Did they taste like chocolate? Did they taste like wood? Did they taste like Betty Crockers flour promised or like the pan that they were baked on? Than the answer finally hit. My mothers home baked piece of heaven tasted like home. I could not put this feeling in words easily, but it was the only way I could describe those small delicacies.
Unfortunately life can’t always be like those sweet delicacies I like to call home. I am just thankful for my mothers amazing a ability to cook me the cookies. If their was one sane thing in this world, it would have to be them. I looked back down at my science homework. We were experimenting with our senses. One question read
Cookies is equivalent to blank
My answer,
Cookies is equivalent to home.
