Food Memories

Many of our 5 senses are deeply connected to memory. This week the 7th and 8th graders of Waters reflected on their favorite foods and the people, places, and things connected to them. After reading “The Tropics in New York” by Claude McKay, students reflected on their strongest food memories and how to use the 5 senses to create powerful imagery. Students wrote about a wide range of foods, reminiscing about family members, celebrating heritage, and savoring the joy of eating.

Ms. Hernandez (7th Grade)

Apples! Alex F.

Apples remind me of bones cracking

Apples remind me of a summer day

Apples remind me of a toy ball

Apples remind me of a cherry pie

Apples remind me of a waxy candle

Apples remind me of my person record -4 apples, 2 hours- with my brother.

Patty Melt Lillian L.

My patty melt smells like the grill

sounds like a crunchy leaf

it looks like the moon with all its craters

tastes like meat and cheese yin yanged

feels like a greasy shape

it reminds me of nice summer days

making patty melts alone in my kitchen

Panat Aydin C.

Panat is very good

It has shrimp and other good veggies

making it sounds like sizzling

Drizzling with sauces no one knows

 

Smells like seafood combined with noodles

and as tasty as skittles, but not sweet

savory

 

It looks like typical noodles

and feels slippery, able to slip through your hands fast

It’s also greasy, greasy like a Burger After effect

 

It reminds me of my Grandma

always making it on Birthdays

special occasions, and just for everyone

Ms. Hernandez (8th Grade)

Ruby's Fast Food Zoe N.

I smell pork and shrimp Lumpia

In our old 2018 Subaru.

My mom is sitting next to me

Sneakily stealing lumpia from the

catering tray beside us

I take a bite

The hot filling burns my tongue

The crispy  wrapping cuts the top of mouth

The scolding hot eggroll turns my

fingers red

We had ordered 70 something eggrolls

but we arrived with only 50.

Cannoli Abbie L.

Cannoli is a crunchy shell cigar, with sweet

ricotta smoke, and shaved chocolate ashes.

Cannoli reminds me of my nano, his tiny glasses

sitting upon his big red nose. Telling me stories

about some uncle of his who was in the

mafia. It might not be true, but I choose to

believe. I take a bite of my cannoli, and he takes

a sip of his wine.

Churros on La Playa Simon A.

As I sit in my chair on the beach with

the warm, soft sand on my feet and the beaming

sun on my face, a man with churros walks by.

I stop him, ask for a churro, and leave.

The churros are in a brown, greasy, and

soft paper bag and I take a churro out.

As I grab one, soft sugar crystals coat my

fingers and I chomp it

I feel the crunch of the crispy fried outside

of the churro, but also the soft inside

As I eat, the smell of ocean sulfur and

salt blow from the sea into my nose

All while sharing the sweet love of

a day on la Playa with my family,

together,

forever.

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