Illinois Teen’s Winning Chipotle Cup Essay Will Have You in Tears
Next time your elbow deep in your burrito bowl, read the touching story "Two Minutes and Trifle Cake" written by a 14-year-old Downers Grove North student.
Anam Adil was 14-years-old when she wrote an essay for the Chipotle Cultivating Thought Essay Contest. The Cultivating Thought Author Series is what brings you the quotes and stories you read on cups and bags at Chipotle.
Anam is a student at Downers Grove North high school in suburban Chicago, is now 15-years-old and is among the ten winners of the fourth essay contest according to Chicagoist. She has been awarded a $20,000 scholarship and my heart.
The cups will be released Monday but take just a moment to read her incredible story titled "Two Minutes and Trifle Cake." Not going to lie, I was in tears by the end of it.
If you can't wait to read Anam's touching story, you can read it here from Chipotle's CultivatingThought.com:
Every Saturday I woke up at 8:00 a.m. to go visit Ms. Paula at the nursing home across the street. She was a wrinkled old lady, with an ego as big as a ten-scoop ice cream cone.
She was not one to express emotion, but one of the workers there told me there was one day every year where you would see Ms. Paula letting her guard down. I had seen it; it was on June 7th. I could see streaks where the continuous tear drops had fallen.
I never asked her why. I stayed till after dinner; one of the nurses had brought a slice of cake for dessert. She took a bite and her eyes closed as if she were dreaming a great dream.
Ms. Paula looked up at me and said, “You know, kid, if you ever get the chance, go to the little bakery on the corner of 55th Street and ask for a slice of trifle cake. The next time you come back here, you tell me how it was. Alright? Now go home.
The following Saturday I took Ms. Paula out. Out to that little bakery. She got in her wheelchair and I walked beside her. We arrived, and she ordered. As soon as the two plates were brought to our table, there was the widest grin I had ever seen on that lady. She dove in and the look of relief on her face was unforgettable.
She told me, “You know, kid, June 7th was the day my husband and I got married, I was pregnant at the time and was having the greatest craving a pregnant woman can have. So, Joe sneaks into the kitchen, gets our wedding cake and brings it to me. Five minutes before the ceremony begins we are sitting on the floor, our faces covered in cake, just laughing. This cake was that exact same one.
The tears all made sense now, and Ms. Paula’s memory of food had given me the greatest memory that food can create."
I told you that you would need tissues.