Draft of Essay

Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Butter Mochi


Every time we have a family party or a holiday coming up, my family always looks forward to my mom's butter mochi. We all can't wait to take the first bite of the soft mouthwatering dessert. The heavenly smell of the mochi leaks out of the oven and fills the kitchen making my stomach rumble. Even when the mochi finally comes out of the oven we are not allowed to eat it until everyone shows up for the party. The mochi just sits there on the table, taunting me saying "Eat me Kai. Just one bite, nobody will notice..." It is so tempting to just take one that I have to go and do something else to take my mind off of it.

Finally everyone shows up and as I walk toward the dessert of my dreams. I look at my mom as she gives me a look that I have seen many times before. A look that says "Let the guests take first." I go to get my dinner to try and distract my stomach. The whole time that I'm eating my dinner I'm thinking of the butter mochi.

At last! It's my turn to take my first piece of the delectable dessert. As I take my first bite, my mouth explodes with all the flavor and texture of the mochi. This would be the highlight of my night. With my family, if you want some of the butter mochi you have to take fast because it goes fast. Everyone always fights over the corners and edges of the dish. These pieces are the best because of the crunchy outside and the warm soft inside, making it the perfect piece.

When I interviewed my mom about this dessert she told me a story about when she had to make it four times in one day. She wanted to give pieces of the mochi away as gifts for a special occasion. She woke up early in the morning to start and worked until late afternoon. "It was tons of fun," she explained, "but plenty of work."

I absolutely love my mom's butter mochi and I look forward to eating it at our next family party, but then again. . . .who doesn't?!