This past weekend when I was seeing
Godzilla with my cousin we stopped off at the little cafe they have
there and she got coffee and a cookie. She asked the cashier if the
cookies tasted like cafeteria cookie and he just shrugged. When
someone says “cafeteria cookie” I know exactly what they are
talking about. There is a taste, texture, and smell that goes into
one of these type of cookies that is just incredible. I started
telling her about the one day at school when the cookies were
“burned” so they were handing them out for free.
I took four and ran off with them
hidden as if they were stolen. These cookies were a hot commodity! I
felt like that Black lady in that episode of The Chappelle Show when
Black people got reparations and she said to the newscaster “Hide
ya money, ya'll! There's poor people around! With ya broke ass!”
because this was not a school occupied by rich children. These
cookies cost a quarter and quarters were a big deal when I was
little.
Oh, so many cookies could be bought... |
A quarter gave you the power to do so
much. From the age of about 5 till I was 9 years old I would get a
quarter from my mother every day. Now, as a child I was far more
impulsive than I am now. Nowadays I'm only impulsive when it comes to
things like eating too much and fucking. On most days I was able to
hold onto that quarter for the entire school day and afterward head
to Webb's Liquor Store on Central. But there were those days where
after eating my awesome school lunch of taco pizza and ice cream that
said “Vote For Jesse (Jackson)” on the lid I would linger for too
long and the whiff of cookies would float my way. The quarter in my
pocket would start talking to me like The One Ring.
Quarter: I smell cookies...
Dante: Me too!
Quarter: We should get a cookie.
Dante: But I wanna play Rolling Thunder
after school.
Quarter: Ask Grandmama for me of
me...after the cookie.
Dante: I asked for a quarter yesterday
and she said no.
Quarter: Stop living in the past!
Cookie now. Video game later.
Dante: I wanna go play dodgeball.
Quarter: Cookie now!
Shit was real. Those cookies were that
powerful. So when my cousin and I were sitting in the theater she
handed me a chunk. As soon as my teeth hit it, not even my tongue, I
knew that it was gonna taste like a cafeteria cookie. It did and it
made me happy as I sat through the rest of the movie with bacon burger in my stomach and the taste of that cookie in my mouth.
Click here for previous Kids These
Days.
No comments:
Post a Comment