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.
Sarah!** said,
November 20, 2008 @ 6:34 pm
O wow anastassia!!!This is totally good I loved it.My favorite part was when you said :”Cookies is equivalent to blank , My answer,Cookies is equivalent to home”.It was kind of fuuny and very cute at the same time.I can tell that you put a lot of thought into this story it and it worked out great!!In the begining i thought that you were just going off topic when you started saying… “My mother was quickly finishing baking her famous chocolate chip cookies.” but then after reading what your question was I suddenly understood it. Great job on this I love it!
Sarah said,
December 18, 2008 @ 8:39 pm
Hi Anastassia!
I didn’t realize you were such a good writer. This story was very good and I felt like I was there. I know what you mean when you say it “tastes like home” and that “it’s a feeling you can’t describe”. I have those feelings a lot. But just like in passing. I will be doing something and out of the blue I see something random that reminds me of home. When I’m on vacation somewhere and I bring any blanket or sweatshirt, it will have one of my cats’ fur on it. I smell it and I smell my cat, Simon. It’s most definitely not a bad smell. It smells like home, like my cats, like my friends. It makes me homesick. So I kind of know what you mean. I also have that feeling when I have smores and it reminds me of where I used to live and all of my old friends that I love and miss so much. Anyway your writing is excellent and it’s a great story!