“ Mom, can we make kibbeh today?” I asked.
“ Why do you need to make it today? We have plenty of other days that we can make it,” mom said.
I REALLY wanted to make Kibbeh because my grandma’s made it for me befor and I really enjoyed it. When my mom said no my eyes looked like a sad puppy’s eyes when they are sad or when they are hurt. Kibbeh is a Lebanese food. I love it because I am Lebanese and we eat this kind of food very often.
“Not today Mauricia,” My mom told me.
“Wait a minute, if only I could convince her to let me make it. But how would I do that, it’s very hard to convince mom to let me do something,” I told myself.
For the next two days, I was thinking of a plan. I thought maybe if I didn’t bother her she would let me make it, and if she asked why I would have a good reason.
“Mom, now can I make it, I haven’t bothered you about it for two whole days,” I pleated.
“Sorry Mauricia but I have work and so does your dad and someone needs to help you make it,” Mom told me.
“I should be used to this by now but I am not,” I said.
Mom always says no if I ask her if I could do something that I’ve always wanted to do.
“ Wait mom! Please just trust me for this one time and if I make a huge mess and if I break things then you don’t have to trust me anymore. So, what do you say?” I asked
“Fine, but in one condition. You have to ACTUALLY do the chores not just move all of the dishes into the freezer. Ok? ” Mom said.
“Alright mom, now can I get to work?” I asked.
“Go ahead Mauricia,” mom said.
But then I realized that I didn’t know how to make Kibbeh.
“What should I do, oh wait, I can just look up recipes for Kibbeh and than I can make it from the recipe,” I told myself.
It took me about two in a half hours to make it. I jumped up and down.
“It’s finally done, I’ve been waiting for this moment for forever,” I told myself.
I could smell it from all the way over here. I was really really really happy. I’ve always wanted to make this.
“ Mom, Dad the Kibbeh is ready, come down and try It!” I told them.
They took a bite of the food and then spit it out in a split second.
“This is awful Mauricia, what did you do?” Mom asked me.
“Nothing, I just looked it up from a recipe and made it. Why does it taste bad? It said the best recipe of Kibbeh in the world, so I thought oh, it says the best Kibbeh in the world so I might as well try it! I did and tada!” I said.
“Mauricia, that doesn’t make it taste any better, it tastes like it has chlorine in it,” Dad yelled.
“Well it tastes like that because it does have chlorine in it, it said in the recipe to put it in there so I did,” I told them.
“But where did you get it from?” Mom asked.
“I got it from a pool, I asked the people who worked there If I could borrow seven gallons of chlorine and they said yes,” I told them.
“Seven Gallens!!!” Mom yelled as she spit the water out of her mouth.
“Seven gallens isn’t that much mom. If you hate it that much then you don’t have to eat it. I will eat it for you then,” I yelled at them.
Mom and dad both ran away right to the sink and spit the food out of their mouth.
“Do you know how dangerous Corine is if you eat it or drink it? It could kill you or get you really sick. You can’t do that Maurecia and from now on you have to have an adult with you to make ANYTHING ok?” Mom told me.
“ But mom,” I yelled.
“ No but mom. Go to your room and stay there until you’re ready to apologize and you’re ready to throw this food away,” Mom yelled.
“But I don’t want to!” I said.
“I don’t care what you want to do or not. You are not going to make anything at all,” Mom yelled.
“Uhh,” I said.
I stomped up to my room. I couldn’t help it.
“Why would she do such thing?” I asked myself.
I could here my mom telling my dad how bad she thought it was. I was really really really upset. I really didn’t want to have to go to my room, when my mom tells me that I have to go to my room like that, it means there’s something wrong.
“Maxwell, do you have any idea why my mom won’t let me Bake or cook anymore?” I asked.
Maxwell is my best friend. He helps me solve any problems I have. He is a great problem solver. He’s awesome.
“I’m not sure Mauricia. Did you do something that made them mad or that was involved with cooking or baking?” Maxwell asked me.
“Well, I sort of made something and I put chlorine in it because in the resipe it said that it needed seven gallons or chlorine. I asked someone who worked at a pool if I could use seven gallons of chlorine and they said yes, so I put it in there and my parents tried it and hated it. They said it was the worst food they’ve ever tasted before,” I told him.
“Seven gallons!!!!!!!!!! Why would you choose that recipe if it needed seven gallons of chlorine?” Maxwell asked.
“Well, it said it was the best recipe of Kibbeh in the world so I thought that I would try it and I did, but like I said before they thought it was the worst food they have ever tasted,” I told him.
My grandma is a great cook. She always helps me cook when I need help. I thought that maybe instead of looking for a recipe I could call her and ask if she could help me make it. We ran to get started. We couldn’t wait much longer.
“How long do you think it will take Grandma?” I asked.
I heard my grandma looking to see if we had all of the ingredients.
“This is really fun Grandma,” I told her.
“I’m glad you’re having fun,” she told me.
I got really dirty, My hair was covered in flour. It looked like I had dyed my hair white. My Grandma’s hands were covered in sugar. When she gets dirty she doesn’t really have a fun time doing what she’s doing until she cleans herself up.
“Maurecia, how does getting dirty not bother you?” She asked me.
“I’m not sure, it just doesn’t,” I said.
We had fun for the rest of the time. Once we finished the food, I told my parents that I had finished making it.
“Maurecia, does it have chlorine in it?” Mom asked.
“No it does not,” I said.
They tried it and loved it! I was happy that I had finally done it. First I put chlorine in it, then my mom didn’t trust me, and than finally she let me make it and it turned out good!THE END