When I bite into a chocolate-chip cookie…
The taste of chocolate-chip cookies always reminds me of when we got cookies for dessert at my old school. The woman who gave the cookies out was, well, crabby. “Two cookies only!” she would say with so much force it would make us take the cookies and get out of her way. If you forgot the cookies for even a good reason, you could forget about getting them. My friends and I always pictured her as a crab, and just as you never want to get in a way of a crab, you should never get in her way.
This very day, one of the kids in my class was fed up with the crabby lunch lady. He got a bunch of kids – mostly boys – to take three cookies instead of two. To do this, they would take the two cookies like every other day. Then they would take the tongs and drag it across the platform, grabbing an extra cookie with it and put it on their tray. I thought this was quite a clever idea, but the lunch lady didn’t. It made her angry! So, instead, she would have two cookies ready on a plate for us so we couldn’t get three. We quickly realized this was war.
Then the same kid, whose name was Jason, got an apple and asked for it to be cut in super thin slices. I didn’t know what he was going to do, but with that mischievous grin plastered on his face, I knew he was up to no good. I asked my best friend, Kate, if the crabby lunch lady disliked thin apple slices. She looked at me real funny but said that she thought so. I told her what I had seen and she exclaimed, “I knew something was going on!” So, Kate and I hid behind a crate and watched from a distance as Jason went to give the apple slices to the lunch lady. Kate and I looked at each other and smiled. We had done many crazy things in our time together, but none was as crazy as what Jason was about to do.
“No, Jason No!” I heard from the kitchen. It was Mrs. Crabby as our lunch lady was known by most people in the school. “Just try one,” Jason said looking straight in the lunch lady’s eyes holding up a green apple slice, “I know that you would like it if you gave it a try.”
“Go away, Jason!” said the lunch lady. She was raising her voice now. This was the time to pack your suitcase and move as fast as a gazelle all the way to Africa. “Come on, just one!” Jason urged. He had drawn a crowd now, but Kate and I were smart enough to stay hidden.
“Jason, LEAVE NOW!” The lunch lady was practically yelling. Now, this was the time to move like a cheetah and go for eternity to Antarctica and make friends with the penguins. Jason held his ground and held his head up high. “Just one and we will all leave you.” Honestly, I still don’t know what the fuss was for; I mean, it was just a thin apple slice. I looked to my left and saw half the crowd backing away, and the other half running off to their seats, silently eating. I carefully looked over the top of the crate and saw the lunch lady. She looked like a bull ready to charge at Jason’s red hair.
“Jason, leave or I will tell your teacher.” said the lunch lady, but her voice was lower and she sounded just a little defeated but, that totally disappeared over the sound of her anger. I think she knew that she had lost. Still, she looked so angry it made me want to cower away like a dog during a lightning storm. She snatched the apple from Jason’s hand, and next to me Kate muttered, “Rude!” I kept my eyes glued to her like a hawk watches his prey. Then the apple came up to her mouth. CHOMP! The sound echoed through the entire room and even the kids who had cowered away looked up. Jason gave a satisfied grin and he and everyone else went back to their seats.
Kate wanted to test the lunch lady and before I could stop her she was standing in front of her. “Can I have extra cookies?”
“No,” she started but then stared at the half eaten apple in her hand. “Umm…sure.” Then, she turned and walked away and threw the apple away in the trash can. I still do not know why the lunch lady didn’t like apples. Maybe it was because she didn’t like the flavor of them. So, whenever I bite into the soft, chewy chocolate-chip cookies, it reminds me of this fiasco.