I could immediately tell it was an Asian cuisine as soon as Ms. Wilkinson pulled it out of the plastic bag. These assorted bright colored circles sat neatly in the black plastic box with the clear top. This box was something very similar to what Japanese sushi neatly sat in. I felt shouldn’t been fooled by the presentation because sushi is just as tasty as it is appealing, but Mochi was not. All Mrs. Wilkinson said was “I brought some Mochi” and a quiet laugh as if she couldn’t wait to see our faces as soon as we took that first bite. Many of us were still talking about Mrs. Pinos’ cookies, but not me. I was rather intrigued by these little treats.

When the food was prepared and ready, many people dug into the treats they knew best. I looked away from the shiny chocolate glazed donuts and the mini cupcakes that only needed one bite to finish. I could only focus on this Mochi. I picked up the treat with my hand and quickly put it on my plate with fear. It felt as if I had just picked up a jellyfish and had to quickly throw it on my plate before it could sting me. I could press the outside layer of the Mochi and it would go back to its original form. It wasn’t very heavy having the consistency of clay and the smell of it too. It didn’t make a sound, not that it was supposed to, nor did I want it to.

The only thing that kept me on task with this Mochi was its color. The light blue intrigued me reminding me of colors found on cotton candy. I could picture a soft and sweet taste from the Mochi, just like cotton candy. It made me more excited to eat it knowing that in my head it would probably taste sweet. I asked what it was made of and Mrs. Wilkinson simply said “rice” with a smile. I asked being a little nervous but the smile let me know that it was ok.

I leaned it for my first, and only bite. I couldn’t even get over the texture, let alone the taste. The texture made me so uncomfortable, being the most correct word to explain how I felt while eating it. The rubbery solid slid past my taste buds. It was chewy. My teeth couldn’t break it apart. I then startedto taste beans. I had just gotten past the taste of chalky jello and I tasted something different. I pulled it away from my mouth to discover it had a filling. The filling tasted even worse. It had the taste of beans, and not the baked kind you find at a barbeque. The filling tasted like cold mashed beans, for there were wasn’t any love inside of this treat. I fought my appetite to let it pass down my throat. I placed it on the paper plate and immediately wrote. The Mochi deceived everyone with their color and their soft texture. I didn’t want to eat anymore and just listened to the screams of terror as the Mochi attacked my classmate’s tongues.