Ms. Logothetis (Morning Class)
Sushi sounds like zen garden
Sushi smells like raw fish
Sushi looks like a ball of rice
Sushi feels squishy
Sushi makes me remember
when my dad picked me up
from my cousin’s house
Sounds like crackers breaking
Smells like sweet condensed milk
Looks like mini balls
Tastes like cooked dough
Feels like a soft blanket
My mom feeding me at iftar, when I was a baby
Sounds like biscuits breaking
Smells like chocolate
Looks like a pyramid
Tastes like ice and chocolate and vanilla
Feels like soft ice
Eating with my friend, who is in Afghanistan
Sounds like boiling water
Smells like a lot of spices
Looks like cemented sannd and
a little tiny castle on top
Tastes like a lot of spices
and yogurt
Feels like a soft tissue
My mom and aunty
making it at night so I can eat
it after
Ms. Macmillan
It sounds like a quiet gust of wind on a windy day.
It smells like spicy and savory beef at a 5 star restaurant.
It looks like a chunky stick from a branch.
It tastes like paprika mixed with chili in a savory sauce.
It feels like soft candy like a kinder surprise.
I ate kebab after a haircut.
Hearing the every time I bite it sounds
like a 4th of July firework as it pops
in my mouth as the bubble gum taste
fills my mouth looking at the bag seeing
colorful rocks like the ones in a fish
tank as I pick one up, the feeling
between my hands hard and sharp but
not enough to cut as we go home from
the hospital.
My peaches, sounds like a person taking a bite of a sharp apple.
My peaches, smells like soft dirt with a specific fragrance.
My peaches, looks like a very cricket circle.
My peaches, feels like a soft rock.
and lastly, my peaches remind me of my dead bird’s last meal before she got brutally stabbed 4 times
but I got a new bird, her name is Suki.
Sounds like water dropping
but smells like warm spice
and it looks like a miniature
pool, but it tastes like sour
and spicy. Feels very hot
it reminds me that my
mom used to cook this when
I was a pretty nostalgic
I would say.
Ms. Logothetis (Afternoon Class)
Sounds like a bag of flour
Smells like a hot handful of sugar
Looks like a telephone receiver
Tastes like a soft baked cookie
Feels like a gym mat
Coming home to my cat named Concho
A taco looks like the best thing in the world
The taco tastes like a juicy steak
The taco eels soft like a cloud
The taco smells like my childhood town
The taco sounds like the stove
The taco reminds me of my Grandma’s famous tacos
Sounds like light rain
Smells like spices
Looks like paper lines
Tastes like a tornado
Feels like chewy gum
My dad making it for me and my siblings on the weekends.
Sounds like slurping something
juicy and smells sweet
like sugar
Looks like a green and red
sunset
tastes like a sweet candy
Feels hard but soft at
the same time
reminds me of someone
sweet and
caring
Ms. Krasic
It looks like a lizard’s scaled skin
feels rough
like goosebumps on my skin.
Mid spring to summer,
my dad comes walking through the hallway
in my apartment that has a
gold chandelier burning mellow yellow
In his hands are white plastic bags
with red netted bags full of lychee
peeking out of them.
Mid spring to summer,
a sweet smell spreads throughout
my home like rapid fire.
“Come on girls”
My Grandma calls us.
While I put away my dolls
with make up on it which did not
last so long as markers a
pens covered all over it’s face.
I got up as I recognized the
smell, sweet and sour.
“Pickle Mangos!” I yelled as I run
across the room, making my way to the
kitchen before my “sweet” annoying
older sister gets there.
Holding onto a plate standing next
to my Grandma as she puts a spoonful
of Pickle Mangos with a roti on the
side of the plate.
Taking the first bite of it, felt great.
No great words were enough to describe it,
it was amazing. Finished every bit of it on
my plate and thanking my Grandma
full of love and happiness.
We look at the two
halves of a lemon.
Tow girls and two lemons.
Before I could say
anything she asked me
to take it.
We end up laughing
the lemons out
and getting the bitter-sour
taste left on our
tongues.
I sat in class, still
smiling about the lemons
we immaturely
stuffed inside our mouths.
We both ate those
lemons.
Every lemon is like the
one we ate
at lunch.
She’s always been
the lemon of my eye.
the food that originates from the
city of Daraa. The savoriness from the
shakriya. The way we scoop it when
its blazing hot. With the juicy meat to
the creaminess from the shakriya. The
food that came from a city of
warriors and the city where the
revolution started, where I come from.
With the crispest Kobab with the
juiciest meat inside, with memories
after memories, with a side of sweet
bell pepper and spicy onion and the tangy pickles.