Tag Archives: American food

Maybe Don’t Look Inside

I’m in first grade.  Just moved from England to Oregon. Never heard of it. Never ate it. Peanut butter and jelly. I’m at David’s house down the street. “Try it,” he said. I opened the slices of bread. It was a slimy mess. Red jelly. It was like uncovering a Band-Aid. “Try it,” he said.Continue reading “Maybe Don’t Look Inside”

Colors of Corn

There’s yellow corn, unsurprisingly, sold off a truck bed the day it was picked, humidity slowing down the sunlight and licking your shirt. We shucked it on my grandmother’s kitchen steps, boiled it quick, and served it to my grandfather in a blue and white bowl with salt dishes and ample butter. Grandfather’s summer rules:Continue reading “Colors of Corn”