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In the texts My Day at the Market, “Meet Me at the Clock,” and…
In the texts My Day at the Market, “Meet Me at the Clock,” and “Walking Through Central Park,” the characters visit and experience places in New York City. Use ideas, concepts, and descriptive language from the texts as a model to help you write your own story about a time you visited a special place. ___
Language Arts Grade 5 Page 1 of 3 My Day at the Market Written by: Bowen Crawford Illustrated by: Robin Davies
Chapter 1: The Big Apple I love living in New York City because there’s a multitude of things to do. One of New Yorkers’ favorite things to do is eat! That’s why I started an NYC food blog. It’s called Eddie’s Eats. Even though I am interested in almost all kinds of food, I specialize in healthy and sustainable eating. That means I write about food with fresh ingredients that aren’t full of sugar, calories, fat, or sodium, and I also write about food that has been created without damaging our planet. There is such a vast array of eating opportunities here in New York. Even the nickname for this wonderful city is a foodthe Big Apple! This weekend, I’m focusing on fresh food markets for my blog. Some of them are in permanent locations, and some of them are pop-ups, moving from place to place. First, I’m going to Chelsea Market, a permanent indoor public market. It’s a block long and a block wide with a few stores and a lot of spectacular restaurants. Chapter 2: Chelsea Market It’s always good to get to Chelsea Market early. You can walk in one door, take your time walking through the market, and leave at the other end of the block at lunchtime when it starts to get really busy. I particularly love the smell from the bakeries in the morningfreshly baked bread, croissants, and pastries. However, there is a saying that you are what you eat, and I don’t want to turn into a doughnut, so I make sure I only have a few sweets in my diet. I think that New York is such a fascinating place for foodies because of its immigrant background. This city was the first port of call for hundreds of thousands of people who were searching for their version of the American Dream. Many people spent all their money on their trip to the United States, so they had to find work almost immediately when they arrived. This meant that many of them stayed in the city. This melting pot of cultures is evident in New York City’s food. It’s possible to find food from just about every country and culture in the world. Some are at Chelsea Marketlike Italian, Mexican, and Korean eateriesjust to name a few. I bypass the bakeries and wander into the fruit market. As I zigzag through the aisle of tropical fruit, I notice a girl standing near a dragon fruit stand. It seems like she’s smiling at me, but I think nothing of it as I go to the checkout to pay for my mango and papaya cup. As I leave, I see the same smiling girl in front of me. This time, she waves and says, “Hi, Eddie!” Now I know it is me she’s smiling at. “Oh! Hi. Do I know you?” I respond as timidly as a mouse. “I’m Jessie,” she answers excitedly. “I read your blog every minute of every day! Are you going to blog about Chelsea Market?” I’m bursting with joy because a fan recognizes me! It turns out that Jessie isn’t just a fan, but she’s also a fellow food blogger. Her blog is called Sweet Dreams, and she posts mostly about desserts. “If it’s sweet, I’ll probably love it!” she says. We walk the length of Chelsea Market talking about blogging and our favorite restaurants, and by the time we make our way to the end, it is close to lunchtime. I get on my phone to look for pop-up restaurants on social media and see one of my favorite food trucks is outside Union Square Greenmarket. Jessie has never tried Thai food, so she decides to join me on my escapade. It’s nice to have a new friend on my adventure! Chapter 3: Sweet n’ Sour, Hot n’ Spicy As we wait in a long line at the food truck, Jessie talks about her favorite desserts, and I tell her I prefer healthy, savory food. She assures me that she also eats healthy food, but even though she’s always up for adventurous desserts, like ice cream sandwiches made with rainbow doughnuts, she is cautious when it comes to other types of food. Language Arts Grade 5 Page 3 of 3 “That’s why I always read your blog with such interest!” she says. “I’m often nervous to try different types of food, especially some of the food in your posts. When she laughs and asks me to help her change her ways, I readily agree. We make it to the front of the line, and I’m excited to introduce my new friend to some of my old favorites. I recommend sweet and sour pork with pineapple rice because I figure the dish’s sweetness should help it pass Jessie’s taste test. For me, it’s the Tom Yum Goong, a spicy shrimp soup, and I even ask for extra chilies this time. We sit on a park bench in Union Square. Jessie’s hand is shaking like a leaf as she raises her first forkful. “It’s delicious,” I promise her. Luckily, she agrees. “A top recommendation from Eddie’s Eats!” she laughs, giving me the thumbs-up to show approval. “How’s the soup?” I try to answer her, but I may have bitten off more than I can chewliterally! I’ve chomped down on a huge, green chili, and my face is suddenly a bright red apple. Jessie thinks I’m choking and starts thumping my back. “Are you okay?” she shouts. “Can you breathe?” Between the chili taste and Jessie pounding on my back, it’s hard to reply. I eventually signal to Jessie that I’m okay, and she stops whacking me. There is a brief, awkward silence, and then Jessie apologizes profusely. When I recover, she asks, “What will you say about this food experience in your blog?” “That I found a hot new spot!” I answer. We both laugh and then decide to get a cool fruit smoothie at a stand across the street.
Walking Through Central Park
[1] It’s a world away from the hustle of the city, But just a step away from peace and tranquility. There’s the Lake, Sheep Meadow, Conservatory Garden, and the zoo, So join me now, and I’ll walk through Central Park with you. [5] Buskers gather on the steps of the Met, Singing solo, in bands, or as a duet. From here, we can enter in the middle of the park, And listen for hellos from the swallows and the larks. [9] The Lake is the first stop on our adventurous day. We can paddle together if you say it’s okay, Or pay a gondolier to go fast like the wind, A spectacular ride from beginning to end. [13] The zoo is a must for animal lovers. On our way there, we’ll be passed by serious runners. But our focus will be on the animals within: The monkeys, the sea lions, red pandas, and penguins. [17] After a picnic on the grass in Sheep Meadow, We’ll be napping cats with our faces aglow. Then we can make our way to Conservatory Garden, Enjoy the multicolor flowers before the skies darken. [21] It’s a world away from the hustle of the city, An oasis in a desert, so giving, so pretty. It’s been a pleasure walking through Central Park with you. Until next time, then, we must say adieu.
Language Arts Grade 5 Page 1 of 1 Meet Me at the Clock
How many times has this phrase been said in the past at this historic train station? “Meet me at the clock.” In excitement and dread, in joy, sadness, hope, and expectation. An American icon, that’s clear to see think of all the stories it’s seen and heard. The station is a book of New York history, the greetings, goodbyes, the emotions it’s stirred. Has anyone waited forever and a day for a person who hasn’t arrived? While the clock sings in its own way, ticking out sad, lonely goodbyes. Around it, people packed like sardines in a can, the hustle, the bustle, a spectacle of to and fro. People proceeding with their own individual plans with friends to meet and numerous places to go. Above the great clock is a celestial ceiling, constellations with a multitude of stars. People look up and get a warm feeling and for a moment forget where they are. Meet me at the clock, and don’t be late. It will tick and tock as we approach our gate.
