Crumble Crumbs By Kaylani Sawyer
I remember when I was little, like five years old, my grandma was making some sweet corn bread in the kitchen. When I inhaled the cake batter, I immediately started running like a cheetah to the kitchen. Then I looked at the oven, and started drooling. I was drooling so hard that I fell on the floor, still staring at the oven. When I got up from the floor, I saw a huge puddle of drool from where I was staring at the oven, like a lion staring down its prey. When I finished cleaning my drool, I looked at the oven again. The corn bread was rising like the sun. My stomach said, “boo boo rumble boo” as I watched it. My grandma walked by me staring at the oven, almost where I opened it. She stopped me to tell me to sit down; I watched her like an eagle. She said that the corn bread was a part of history or something. I wasn’t paying any attention to her. I was just sniffing the air, inside my nose my booger was dancing for a closer smell. “Ding,” the timer went off. I jumped and ran as fast as a cheetah. Then my grandma opens the oven, and the smell of roses comes out. She cut me a slice of cornbread. I just stared at it: the color was goldish yellow, and there were little pieces of chocolate chip. When I took a bite of the corn bread, I felt like I was walking on the clouds to a soca concert. I put it down, and a good amount of crumbs fell out. Then I licked my white plate. It was the most special experience I ever had!! My great grandma’s cornbread is the greatest dish ever, trust me. One reason why my great grandma’s cornbread is special is because of its history. Let me explain. So, when my grandma and her dad were in the kitchen making something for her mom, she had an idea to make corn bread because her mother loves cornbread. After she told her
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