Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Here is my essay

Spending the weekend at my grandmas

Spending the weekend at my grandmas is like going to the land of delicious food. When my brother and I go to her house we are amazed at the red and delicious looking apples that she has on the table. But when we step in that’s not all we see. We also see her cat Wilber and her favorite tea kettle on the stove screaming like a newborn baby.
Although the red apples look very appealing the food that she cooks is out of this world. When she cooks you smell a sensation that pulls your nose toward it. What she cooks is almost anything that you ask for she just adds a little flair to it. The things that my brother and I ask for is pasta and a lot of it and when we don’t ask for that it’s her famous Jamaican noodle soup.
Even though her cooking is completely amazing the things she does out of the kitchen is down right amazing. My brother is always busy and never has time for her during the week days so I have to wait until the weekend to see her. But as soon as that Friday night hits she is up at our house like a cheetah. The thing that bums her the most is she teaches little kids at a school so she sometimes can’t see us a lot. Then when she does see us she starts the day off by taking us to the movies and buying candy. She will then take us home and make a huge diner and some pie. When the day ends she put us in our beds kisses us and turns out the light. But I say “Aren’t we a little old for kisses” and she says “You are never too old until you’re dead”. Morning comes and she is up at 6 making our favorite breakfast of Belgium waffles, pancakes, eggs, and bacon.
Every Saturday when I’m with my grandmas it is a soccer day so I get ready to go to soccer and she is literally putting a restaurant of food together. When we get there I go and practice and she sets up a little thing of food for the parent’s and they drink coffee and have cookies. All of the parents call her grandma D. because her name is Diana. As soon as the game is over she pulls out doughnuts and hands them to all of the kids on my team.
Well if you are ever at one of my soccer games look around for a table of coffee. She will give you cookies even if she does not know you. Her table is always full of food there is not one time that I can remember were she has ever ran out and if she does she always has extra in the car. That was my grandma D. I hope you loved her cause I sure no I do.

1 comment:

  1. Your grandma sounds like a very kind and generous person, just like my grandma was.
    Thanks for sharing.

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