When Children Write About Food

This summer, my college-bound daughter and I went through a bunch of her papers from elementary school. I thought these pieces from second and third grade would be fun to share. I kept all the misspellings and left out the (sic)'s because too many of them would make for difficult reading.

LTH families, please share your kids' stories!

Goose Liver Pata by Elizabeth W.

"When I was a baby I whent to my cusins crisinating. There was goose liver pata on the table I wanted some. By the way, goose liver pata is something that mostly grownups would eat. I looked at it while my mom was talking and she knew I wanted it Because I was looking at it. She kept on talking and talking. She wouldn’t give me it Because she thought I’d take one taste of it and say, “yuck!!” and spit it out. Then I thought mabey she didn’t know I was looking at it, so I pointed at it. Now my mon really was wondering if I’d like it. By this time, I really was tiered of waiting, and I acted like I wanted it. She gave it to me. I liked it!!! My mom was so siuprised. Then she gave me more.
The End."

Note: Not only did I give her more, she polished off three quarters of the entire slice, and showed no ill effects from the rich meal later in the day.

Elizabeth wrote this after we visited England and France following her second grade year:

The Restaurant in the Eiffel Tower by Elizabeth W.

"When you go on an elevator remember don’t look down!!! Because it look like your going to fall. When you get to the Resturant there Will be two short stairways to the window sears. Make sure you smell it. It smells like scrumptious buttery, garlicish, snails. Try the snails, side dish chewey string beans, and the chocolate mousse. When I go there I fell professional. Because When I’m in france I’m with my godmother who reports food, and when I’m there I do the kids menu!!!!!! Althow she trys to keep it a secret because if she would come to report a resturant they’d make it there best and she wouldn’t get how good it really was.

The rude pigeon And the wind (sertently not British)
by Elizabeth W.

"In August when I went to France and England I visited a museum called the Victoria and Albert Museman. In England they have tea time tea time is kind of like brekfast lunch or dinner only it is tea, cakes, little samwitches. It was tea time when we were looking at old fashion dreses and shoes at the Victoryia and Albert museum we decided we would have tea time so we wnet to a lovely garden to have tea time. This lovely garden had a fountain in it. There was a hut that had all the tea time stuff. WE went to the hut and I got chocolat cake We sat down on the side of a fountain. I was eating part of my cake when the wind blew and some of the water blew on us! Then we moved to the grass. Mom and me played a game When I wasn’t looking Mom tried to stel some cake (to next page)

The rude Pigeon and the wind
(not a british bird!)

and it I turind around and saw Mom trying to stel some I’d move the plat father away from her. If the opposite hapend I’d move it forward. Now Mom was doing so bad at it that it was to far away and Mom didn’t want to play any more so the cake wasn’t being garded so a pigeon flew up to it and ate the whole thing! A few minites later a woman said “thats not a british pigeon!”


Lizzy I want to be a chef when I grow up!

"One good reason for being a chef is people need to eat good food after a hard day of work.
If you’re a chef you don’t just cook you teach junuir shfs your recips. That maybe they can become a chef too.
Good lord there are so many good things about being a chef. Here come another one. You invent new recips that people all over the world can enjoy.

Ahh, I can smell it now!"