Christmas Cookie Dough
My eyes are locked on the white and lavender hello kitty alarm clock, watching
the slowly changing number. Victoria and I are counting down the everlasting
minutes until her parents go to bed. I’m practically drooling while I
anticipate how the salty dough will taste when it’s crumbling around my teeth.
Listening to her tell me what she asked for Christmas is hard to concentrate on
when the word cookies scatters through every crevasse of my brain.
“I also I asked for a new polly pocket, and Barbie dreamhouse.” She rambles.
“Mhm. Yeah, sounds cool.” I casually mumble back.
Finally, we hear the slight sound of snoring coming from her parent’s room. The
conversation silences and we glance at each other simultaneously with
excitement wild in our eyes. We tiptoe down the edge of the stairs and silently
creep through the kitchen. When the freezer opens I can pretty much hear the
angels sing and I swear there’s a glowing halo around the fifty two pack of
sugar cookie dough. Now the drool really starts flowing.
Each bite turns to creamy dough that melts on my tongue. The reindeer shaped
dough is prancing through my mouth like it would through the night sky on
Christmas Eve. The sweet and salty dough is bittersweet and the
adrenaline of knowing we could get caught at any moment makes the entire
experience exhilarating. We both know that to keep our adventure a secret we
should limit ourselves to two cookies each. But punishment for dough this good
is worth it.
Twelve cookies later and we’re back upstairs with a gurgling stomach. Somehow
we still manage to be excited for next year’s supply of cookie dough, even with
this nauseating stomach pain.
Barbeque Chicken
I couldn’t leave my grandma’s house without begging her to make
her famous barbeque chicken. I loved being her little helper with every meal
she made. Using a butter knife to cut vegetables got me nowhere, but I wasn’t
old enough to be trusted with a real knife. I would sit in front of the oven the
entire time the chicken baked, inhaling the tangy aroma with every
breath.
I always got to bring home an extra piece to eat for dinner. Carrying it home
was always challenging though. There was never anything left of the juicy
drumstick by time I walked the two hundred foot distance between our houses. I
would devour it before I even stepped foot out of her driveway. I treasured
every moment of licking the succulent sauce off my sticky fingers the whole way
home.
I don’t know anyone who didn’t love that sweet crispy chicken. Unfortunately
dogs loved it too. I was so tangled up in my barbeque dreamland that I didn’t
have time to react to the large black lab darting towards me.
“Toby stop! Come! Now!”
the owner frantically yelled. I was left breathless like a deer caught in the
headlights. I wasn’t able to hear myself think over the sound of my heart
thumping out of my chest. One moment I’m daydreaming in heaven, and the
next moment there’s a ferocious beast attacking me. I couldn’t think fast
enough to react, so I contorted myself into the fetus position, thinking that
if I was small enough, I would just disappear. But I had no such luck.
Three stitches later I was back home in bed gnawing on a large piece of
chicken breast to distract me from the throbbing pain in my right ankle.
Nutella
I don’t think I could ever eat another spoonful of that cocoa cream again. Not
after how many containers I went through while on vacation in California. I had
the mindset that nutella made every food taste heavenly. Pretzels, cookies,
bread. It was all made more magical with this hazelnut spread. This jar was
like a treasure chest full of gold that we just newly discovered. We couldn’t get enough of it.
After a long day of hiking the trails at Monarea Bay, nothing sounded better
than tanning and relaxing along the beach. We had our eating routine down. We
would each take a handful of salty pretzel, pass the large bag, and then dip
each pretzel into the supersized jar of nutella. The salty crunch and the
creamy chocolate created the perfect combination to tingle your taste buds.
The humid ocean breeze tousled our hair as the sun spread warmth from head to
toe. I was falling into a peaceful slumber with my hands clasped around the
smooth jar. I awoke to seagulls gulling loudly and swarming all around us.
Falling asleep with snacks scattered around is never smart to do while you’re
at the beach.
“Grab the blankets and run to the car!” My aunt squawked .
Sadly, the container of nutella was left behind during the rush to the car. But
another four jars were bought and thoroughly enjoyed throughout the three week
vacation. Once I was back in Michigan, nutella became a huge hit and the
sight of it made me want to hurl.
Crab Ragoons
I always thought of crab ragoons as a delicacy. Whenever I got to choose where
to eat dinner, China Buffet King was always my first choice. Only so I could
eat plate after plate of sky high mountains of crab ragoons. While everyone
else spooned a variety of different chickens, dumplings and eggrolls onto their
plate, I refilled mine with only crunchy crab wontons. With every bite I
could feel my tiny taste buds expanding and retracting, contorting themselves
around each crumb of crispy wonton. The gooey insides melted instantly with
each chew. My mother would look at me with disgust written all over her face as
I devoured each serving.
“Gross. How can you eat so many of those at once?” She snarled.
“They’re so tasty!” I murmured through a mouthful of food.
She hated eating there. But to me, China Buffet King was a vast
sea. All the different varieties of food were like the thousands of different
sea creatures swimming in the deep blue ocean And I got to explore it all.
Sea horses and crab ragoons were alike in my mind, because sea horses were my
favorite animal and crab ragoons were the most delicious Chinese food out
there.
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