Wills Taco Dinner
I just
finished homework and around dinner I smelled something strange around our
yellow house. I smelled something spicy,
almost too spicy for my mouth to handle.
I thought nothing was too spicy.
I call myself FE for iron stomach (FE is iron on the periodic table of
elements).
I followed
the smell to the kitchen and found my mom making tacos. They were set up nice on the table. I went to the table to try one. I thought it
seemed gross; the way the food looked, but it looked so good. I said no, but my stomach said yes. I took a big bite until I went to heaven. One taco after another; I felt like there was
one Mexican thing missing. It was
peppers! I grabbed some pep’s, which is my nickname for hot pepper, put on my
sixth taco and bit it. That’s when my mouth was screaming with pain, but I was
silent.
I see a nice
of glass of milk my mom is pouring into my little sisters cup. I race over and grab the cup and five seconds
later there is nothing left in the cup.
My mom asked me why I did that and I said, in my breath, spicy”!
After the
food I thought to myself that it is good to try new food, especially Mexican
food. Now I have a new favorite food.J
