A Weird Girl and Her Cows by Erin Yu
Colored Pencil
The Lonely Croissant by Arianna Colgrove
Nonfiction
I’m a carb girl. Even an obsessive bread girl. Don’t get me wrong, I know it's unhealthy but I love all types of pastries, muffins, bread, and noodles. But when I was younger, croissants were at the top of my list! I would walk into Panera and would not even look at the menu and would want a croissant. Never hesitating the word would smoothly role off my tongue.
About four years ago, I was on a Mediterranean cruise. One of the many days, we went to Mykonos, Greece. I could see all the beautiful white buildings, I could smell the fresh air, and most importantly, I could smell the food. My stomach was empty and I was on an important mission to find a bakery. Right when we exited the ship, I grabbed my family and we were off to find some food.
My family and I are always baking, except for my grandpa. So if he wants to bake me something, he ends up just buying me something. Every time we go to a local grocery store, we would buy some sort of carb just for me.
At the beginning of our adventure, we didn’t go to a bakery right away, but we stopped at this beautiful restaurant with amazing food! But I still saved some space for some carbs.
A few hours later, after walking through shops, buying some stuff as presents for friends and family, I smelled it. I was hungry and I could smell a bakery. It was that smell when your grandma just made banana bread for you when you come home from school. Right when you open the door to your house, the smell of freshly baked goods fills the air. It was definitely that smell.
I casually asked my family if they smell it and they all nod. We started walking in that direction quickly since it had been a few hours since our last bite of food.
We finally reached the alleyway where there was a sign that said, “Bakery.” My mouth started to water and I already knew what I was going to get. I was just hoping they didn’t run out of them.
We walk over, and right when we can finally see inside, they put the closing sign up.
Being a drama queen, I was and still am, my face turned red and I was mad. “We had just walked all this way, my tiny feet were killing me! What do I do now!” I thought to myself.
Just then, this pretty older lady with a heavy Greek accent walks out and says, “Oh! We have extra pastries in here if you want one,” she smiled. “We hate wasting food!”
I was in shock. My little 10-year-old mind was happy that I was speechless.
Yes, I am also wondering why I was so obsessed over this croissant.
We walked into the bakery where it seemed the lady worked alone. I started skimming the shelves to see what I wanted. Then, there I see this croissant. There are no other croissants on any shelves and I remember being so happy.
Until they said it contained cheese.
I just stared at the woman for a minute in confusion, thinking that maybe I couldn’t understand her with the accent.
“Cheese?” I say in disbelief. She nodded her head and I skimmed the shelves again. The thought of cheese in a croissant sounded disgusting. Why cheese of all things? But I couldn’t seem to think of anything else I wanted.
Hesitantly, I said, “ I will take the croissant...”
I walked outside with it after paying for it and just stared at it. My family is just staring at me like they were thinking, “Just take a bite already!”
I slowly and softly bit into it. I could feel the perfect crispy-ness stick to the top of my mouth. Suddenly, a lite and sweet cheese drizzled gently into my mouth. I was just amazed.
I have never had a croissant just as good as that one. I even traveled to France the next day excited to try one. Huge disappointment.
About four years ago, I was on a Mediterranean cruise. One of the many days, we went to Mykonos, Greece. I could see all the beautiful white buildings, I could smell the fresh air, and most importantly, I could smell the food. My stomach was empty and I was on an important mission to find a bakery. Right when we exited the ship, I grabbed my family and we were off to find some food.
My family and I are always baking, except for my grandpa. So if he wants to bake me something, he ends up just buying me something. Every time we go to a local grocery store, we would buy some sort of carb just for me.
At the beginning of our adventure, we didn’t go to a bakery right away, but we stopped at this beautiful restaurant with amazing food! But I still saved some space for some carbs.
A few hours later, after walking through shops, buying some stuff as presents for friends and family, I smelled it. I was hungry and I could smell a bakery. It was that smell when your grandma just made banana bread for you when you come home from school. Right when you open the door to your house, the smell of freshly baked goods fills the air. It was definitely that smell.
I casually asked my family if they smell it and they all nod. We started walking in that direction quickly since it had been a few hours since our last bite of food.
We finally reached the alleyway where there was a sign that said, “Bakery.” My mouth started to water and I already knew what I was going to get. I was just hoping they didn’t run out of them.
We walk over, and right when we can finally see inside, they put the closing sign up.
Being a drama queen, I was and still am, my face turned red and I was mad. “We had just walked all this way, my tiny feet were killing me! What do I do now!” I thought to myself.
Just then, this pretty older lady with a heavy Greek accent walks out and says, “Oh! We have extra pastries in here if you want one,” she smiled. “We hate wasting food!”
I was in shock. My little 10-year-old mind was happy that I was speechless.
Yes, I am also wondering why I was so obsessed over this croissant.
We walked into the bakery where it seemed the lady worked alone. I started skimming the shelves to see what I wanted. Then, there I see this croissant. There are no other croissants on any shelves and I remember being so happy.
Until they said it contained cheese.
I just stared at the woman for a minute in confusion, thinking that maybe I couldn’t understand her with the accent.
“Cheese?” I say in disbelief. She nodded her head and I skimmed the shelves again. The thought of cheese in a croissant sounded disgusting. Why cheese of all things? But I couldn’t seem to think of anything else I wanted.
Hesitantly, I said, “ I will take the croissant...”
I walked outside with it after paying for it and just stared at it. My family is just staring at me like they were thinking, “Just take a bite already!”
I slowly and softly bit into it. I could feel the perfect crispy-ness stick to the top of my mouth. Suddenly, a lite and sweet cheese drizzled gently into my mouth. I was just amazed.
I have never had a croissant just as good as that one. I even traveled to France the next day excited to try one. Huge disappointment.