Here's some lunchtime reading that I wrote as an example for my 10th graders:
Upon first contact with my dwarfed hand, the glistening bun softly crunches and gives way. The weight is unexpected yet well-balanced. I take a moment, anticipating the slightly seared beef seasoned with a blend of salt and pepper. The bacon retains its rigid form - crisp, a fine cut, waiting. Softened American cheese blankets the meatÂ…meat resting on a bed of fresh tomato, lettuce and onion. I canÂ’t hold back any longer. The flavor hits me before IÂ’m even through the bun. The airy lightness contrasts with the blackened edges. I keep going. The juice of the tomato pools under my tongue while cheese and meat stick to the roof of my mouth. Everything tastes crisp and alive. As I chew, my eyelids slowly close and my head shakes back and forth in disbelief. A long exhale escapes from my nose. My eyes open and I see the medium rare inside of the meat begging for another bite. I continue to savor that first bite as my free hand instinctively reaches for three golden fries. The salad will have to wait.
