Food Memory @ Moos Elementary

This week at Moos, we read “Uknown Father” by Vietnamese-American poet, Thanhha Lai. The students learned the Vietnamese and French words that were in the poem and we talked about the food we eat at home and the memories we have with food. The students made web diagrams to link food and memories together, then we used the five senses to help structure our poems. This exercise made everyone ready for lunch afterward! 

Ms. Sherif
3rd Grade

The Takis Challenge
Aramis R.

One day, my friend Adrien
challenged me to a Taki
Challenge. A Taki Challenge
is when you have to eat
1 Taki and if you
think it’s not hot enough,
then you eat 2 Takis–
but at the same time!
And so on and so on.
They taste like a
spicy pepper with
a touch of lime.
We went to the
grocery store with
his mom, Denise.
We grabbed the
gigantic bag!


Amaris D.

Tamales can be pink green and red,
some are spicy, some are sweet. They
taste so good and really neat. So good
and what a nice treat. My favorite
one is green: spicy and good. We all know
what we like to eat and it’s neat.


Mi Comida Favorita 
Kendra T.

Mi comida favorita es el posole
y los tamales.
A mi me gusta los pambazos.
Mi comida favorita es el pizza.
Y lo que mas, mas me gusta es el posole.

A mi me gusta las naranjas, los platanos,
y los frijoles, a mi me gusta los tacos y
las tornojas y el pollo.
A mi me gusta las quesadillas.
A mi me gusta la sopa.
A mi me gusta tambien las galletas.
Y me gusta la agua de tamarindo
y la agua de horchata.

Ms. Willis
3rd Grade

Johnl W.

I love pizza.
I see my family.
It feels crunchy,


I’m Loving It
Julius M.

I love hamburgers.
I see hamburgers in the
in the store.
I, small ham and cheese.
I touch it but it costs
bus money.
I get bus money, I buy it.
It is sweet and soft and
small seeds.
I go home.
I eat with the whole family.
I see the colors of the hamburgers:
yellow skin, brown, red skin.


Time for Arroz con Leche
Isabella V.

I love arroz con leche.
I see my gramma making
it. I feel the hot, soft, stormy



“Writing poetry makes me feel like I can see myself, like I can see my reflection, but not in a mirror, in the world. I write and I know I can be reflected.”
-Oscar S.

“Writing poetry makes me feel free.”
-Buenda D.

“Writing poetry is like your best friend.”
-Jessica M.