Grade 5.. There were about three sections for grade five. I was in section B and my section had all da show off girls. They used to buy expensively stupid things to bring to the class. Ashamed to admit but I too followed the lead of those brainless brats. It was almost like a quiet competition (that was churning into a cold war) going on between the girls of 5th grade. They showed off everything - school bags, water bottles, pencils, pens, erasers and even food.
One day I too felt the need to flaunt my packed lunch (which was generally done by my mother). I decided that I should take something different, something that was not commonly packed by mothers 10-15years back.. I settled for a chicken sandwich. I cooked the whole recipe in my mind and guided my mother to do exactly the same. She sauteed the chicken pieces in a little butter, onions, green chillies and added salt and pepper to it, topped it off with water and brought it to a gentle simmer. After about half an hour, she strained the chicken. My mother, then, laboriously, De-boned the chicken pieces and put the onions and chicken in the grinder.
Once she ground it to a proper spreadable consistency ( to aid the grinding she used soft butter and ketchup), she lightly toasted the bread and sandwiched the mixture between two breads.
I, proudly, took my uncommon and exclusive lunch to school. I was very tempted to open my lunch box after reaching school but did not do so because I knew I wouldn't wait for lunch period if I saw the sandwiches then. (moreover, i had my breakfast just before leaving for school). I waited for classes to begin and after four long hours, lunch time arrived.
Purposely, I went to share my lunch with the class show offs. I sat with them, did my convent lunch prayers and opened the box. I couldn't help but devour the look on their faces when they saw the sandwiches. I divided one sandwich between three girls and they ate it with quizzical looks on their faces. I answered their unasked questions by mentioning that my mother made it and also added that it was my idea.
I knew I put up quite a show for the maliciously flaunting brats and since that day on, they never really competed for lunch boxes with me. (though i couldn't help much in the other fields, i still won the thing i loved most out of the competing given choices).
One day I too felt the need to flaunt my packed lunch (which was generally done by my mother). I decided that I should take something different, something that was not commonly packed by mothers 10-15years back.. I settled for a chicken sandwich. I cooked the whole recipe in my mind and guided my mother to do exactly the same. She sauteed the chicken pieces in a little butter, onions, green chillies and added salt and pepper to it, topped it off with water and brought it to a gentle simmer. After about half an hour, she strained the chicken. My mother, then, laboriously, De-boned the chicken pieces and put the onions and chicken in the grinder.
Once she ground it to a proper spreadable consistency ( to aid the grinding she used soft butter and ketchup), she lightly toasted the bread and sandwiched the mixture between two breads.
I, proudly, took my uncommon and exclusive lunch to school. I was very tempted to open my lunch box after reaching school but did not do so because I knew I wouldn't wait for lunch period if I saw the sandwiches then. (moreover, i had my breakfast just before leaving for school). I waited for classes to begin and after four long hours, lunch time arrived.
Purposely, I went to share my lunch with the class show offs. I sat with them, did my convent lunch prayers and opened the box. I couldn't help but devour the look on their faces when they saw the sandwiches. I divided one sandwich between three girls and they ate it with quizzical looks on their faces. I answered their unasked questions by mentioning that my mother made it and also added that it was my idea.
I knew I put up quite a show for the maliciously flaunting brats and since that day on, they never really competed for lunch boxes with me. (though i couldn't help much in the other fields, i still won the thing i loved most out of the competing given choices).
