Our school is about a ten minute walk from a Nabisco factory. One certain days, when the direction of the wind is just right, we know exactly what is being baked – Nilla Wafers or graham crackers. Now that it’s nice enough to have the windows open, we are even more aware of what’s cooking (could not resist that!) down the street.
Yesterday, we were just getting into the nitty gritty of creating conclusion paragraphs for our persuasive essays when the unmistakable aroma of baking wafted through our windows, swirled around the air in our classroom, and made us swoon with longing. No one needed to say a word, but all 27 of us felt the same sensation and had the same thought: it’s milk and cookies time! So, we put our pencils down, shut our eyes and let our imaginations run riot. There was a lot of deep breathing and sighing going on. Then we shared those thoughts, and among these were:
- memories of baking holidays cookies with Grandma
- coming home from school to a kitchen promising just-baked brownies
- sneaking milk and cookies late at night
- opening the oven door to 12 perfect chocolate chip cookies you and your friends had just mixed up
- sitting in a classroom, surrounded by yummy baking smells, and knowing there were no cookies to be had!
Soon, the wind shifted and we were back to reality – that persuasive essay, and the prospect of lunch still two periods away. Some continued to sniff even as they continued to work…their minds very much still on: