Her Writings from 4th Grade(3) (2013-06-29 05:16:39)

Eating Waffles

Those waffles were probably the best food I ate in Vermont during my ski trip.

It was noon on my 2nd day of skiing, and us kids (Cindy, Karen, Jenny, Anya, Jenna, and Chyi Chyi) had come back from the snowy mountain of Mount. Snow for lunch.  The moms had made noodles, but I was hoping for some toasty, crispy chocolate waffles from the Waffle Cabin instead.  The Waffle Cabin was a little cabin whose owner made the best waffles on earth.  There was always a never-ending line of people at the door, hoping for some hot waffles to warm them up.  I had seen many people holding delicious-looking, steaming hot, covered in warm, gooey melted chocolate waffles, smiling, and I was becoming envious of them.  So, when I got into the ski lodge, and Mom asked me what I wanted for lunch, I replied with "Chocolate-covered waffles!"

Mom stepped back, rather surprised. "Waffles? Where in the world do you get waffles?" She asked incuriously.

"At the Waffle Cabin," I replied casually.  I noticed Mom's doubtful look.

"Please." I tried.  meanwhile, Cindy and the twins (Anya and Jenna), had come in and had heard the whole thing.  So now they wanted chocolate-covered waffles too.  And - hey presto! - Mom wound up being a member of the enormous waffle line.  We had to wait for 10 minutes.  Finally, Mom came back into the ski lodge, carefully, balancing 4 delicious-looking, steaming hot covered in warm gooey melted milk chocolate waffles in her hands.  She briskly placed them in front of us.

"Here you are," She announced, "You beloved chocolate waffles. " I smiled gleefully at her. The line was sooooooooooooooooooooooo long." she added, sitting down heavily.  I looked at Cindy with a hungry light in my eyes.  She met my look. And, simultaneously, we reached for a waffle.

My first bit was like biting into heaven streams of warm, gooey chocolate flowed into my mouth like a river, the crispy waffle itself dissolving on my tongue.  The warmth from the waffle warmed me up right down to the tips of my numb toes.  it was like the food of the angels.  The following bites were just as wonderful as the first.  As I finished, with a face full of chocolate, I smiled.  My friends were doing the same.  I felt a strange sense of satisfaction, having devoured the waffle.  I'm telling you, there is no other waffle that can beat the ones from the Waffle Cabin.