Scrumptious Banana Lumpia (Revised Essay)

Scrumptious Banana Lumpia

It was a bright Sunday morning. I was restlessly rocking in my chair, knowing that my mom was going to be making banana lumpia today. I saw her rip the thin, delicate wrap apart, cut the golden banana in half, sprinkle the brown, sweet sugar onto the banana, and lie one small slice of jackfruit onto it from where I was sitting. Attempting to read a novel, I was getting distracted by the way my mom made the banana lumpia, as I heard the clock that hung on the wall go tick-tick-tick. I couldn't stand it anymore! I was so impatient that I couldn't even read the words in the novel anymore. I ran to the kitchen to see if my mom was close to finishing the lumpia. I asked her as quickly as I could, "Are you almost finished?" She glanced at me and smiled her big, million dollar smile. She then continued making the lumpia, drizzling a couple of the crunchy peanuts on top, wrapping it up neatly and laying it into the hot pan filled with canola oil as it sparked as if they were fireworks. I looked at her with a confused face. I actually wanted an answer from her. In my head, I said, "Why is she smiling?" I asked her a second time, "Uhm, is... it... cooked... yet?" She just laughed at how I was so anxious to take a bite out of the banana lumpia. She answered simply "Be patient, anak." Anak is the Filipino way of saying “child”. But my patience was quickly rushing away like sand in an hourglass. I walked back to my chair and started reading the novel again. I read a couple of lines, but I still couldn't get the picture of the warm banana lumpia out of my head.

After a couple minutes of thinking and pondering, I saw my mom use her tongs to pick up one cooked banana lumpia and lie it onto a plate. Sprinting into the kitchen, I saw my dad, hungry as a mountain lion, standing there, reaching for that one banana lumpia as if it were a million dollars. The pupils of my eyes began to grow larger and larger, my knees began to shake uncontrollably and I felt my head turn flaming hot. His fingers were just inches away from it. I ran as fast as I could and grabbed it in a quick move. I flashed him a smile and he looked at me with a ticked off face. I bit into it quickly and felt my tongue burn from the heat. Honestly, I didn't give a flying hoot about my burnt tongue. My teeth just kept grinding the delectable banana lumpia down. I could feel the crunchy peanuts and wrap collaborate with the soft banana and the jackfruit bursting with a sensational flavor that is just too good for words.

As I took the last bite, I was certain that I wanted more! I looked to my left and saw that a tremendous amount of lumpia’s was already made! I tried to grab one more but my mom's fast acting hand moved it away. "Ai, this isn't for us. It's for the guests at the party tonight." said my mom. I looked to the other side of me and saw another plate that had a little bit less banana lumpia on it. "Oh! Who's this plate for?" I asked my mom kindly. "Sa atin ang platong yan." which means that the plate was for us. My head began to spin at how happy I was. I grabbed another lumpia and started prancing around the room, accidentally hitting almost everything around me.

It was 5:30 PM and lots and lots of guests started coming into our house. I watched the ecstatic facial expressions of the guests and traced where their hungry eyes were gazing at, and guess what? They went straight to the banana lumpia. Each person grabbed a plate and started taking some other food, like chicken, barbecue, and spaghetti. They only grabbed small portions of those, but once they reached the banana lumpia they absolutely knew they had to grab a handful. Each guest bit into it and slipped a compliment out of their full mouth's saying stuff like, "Ang sarap, sarap naman ito!" which means, “This tastes really, really good!” in Filipino. In other words, every guest was satisfied to the fullest.

Slowly, guests started pouring out of the house with smiles on their faces and some leftover banana lumpia in their hands. They thought it was so good, they decided to take some for the road. I would've done the same. I mean, come on, it's just too hard to resist. I walked over to my mom and grinned at her. She looked at me and asked "What?" I responded by saying, "Good job, mom. You did it again."