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Informationen zum Autor Veera Hiranandani has an MFA in Fiction Writing from Sarah Lawrence College! spent six years as a book editor! and is the author of the middle grade novel The Whole Story of Half a Girl as well as the chapter book series! Phoebe G. Green. She is the proud mom of two emerging foodies who even like to eat their vegetables (most of the time). She lives with her husband and children in New York. Visit her at www.veerahiranandani.com and follow her on Twitter @VeeraHira. Joelle Dreidemy studied art at the Emile Cohl School in Lyon! France. She lives in Paris! France! where she creates illustrations for picture books including The Lamb Who Came for Dinner and Smelly Peter the Great Pea Eater ! magazines! and greeting cards for publishers all over the world. Joelle also writes songs! sings! and plays bass guitar in a rock band. www.joelledreidemy.fr Chapter One Did you know my middle name is Gertrude, after my great-grandma Gertrude? That’s what the G stands for. My mom told me Great-Grandma Gertrude really liked to cook and eat, which makes sense, because I do, too. I even found out I’m a foodie, which is someone who loves to eat interesting foods. I don’t know if they called people foodies in the very old-fashioned days, though. Great-Grandma Gertrude grew up in Russia and made things like matzo ball soup (chicken soup with yummy balls made out of matzo stuff), kasha (it’s sort of like rice but browner), and knishes (mashed potatoes wrapped up all comfy in dough). She even made her own pickles and kept them in a barrel in her backyard . Mom always says Great-Grandma Gertrude could cook like nobody’s business. But if Great-Grandma Gertrude cooked like nobody’s business, how did anyone taste her food? Sometimes things adults say make no sense to me. Actually, there’s a lot that doesn’t make sense to me. I like making lists, so I thought I’d make a list of nonsensey things: 1. Three weeks ago, Sage (one of my best friends) decided he didn’t like the hot lunch in the cafeteria because it was too boring (it is). But now he brings the same exact lunch from home every day. Isn’t that even more boring? ? 2. Camille (my other best friend, who is from France) always wears fancy dresses. I think it might be because she’s French. But then she can’t hang on the monkey bars with me and Sage and that makes her sad. I don’t get why she won’t just wear pants. 3. Mrs. B, my teacher and the best teacher ever, got new glasses that hang on a pretty chain around her neck. She used to wear her glasses a lot, but since she got the new ones I’ve NEVER seen her put them on her face. It’s a big mystery. I wonder if I’ll ever understand these things. But back to Sage. This is what he brings to lunch every day: 1. A turkey sandwich: two pieces of turkey, two pieces of bread, and that’s it. 2. A cheese stick (the really bendy kind). ? 3. A bag of popcorn. (Sometimes when no one’s looking, he throws pieces of popcorn at somebody and then pretends he didn’t. But I always see him.) ? 4. An apple (that he doesn’t eat at all). ? 5. A box of juice (that he spills on his shirt every time he opens it). ? I think it’s a perfectly good lunch for one day, but not for the rest of your life. There’s just too much good food out there in the world. Yesterday at lunch while I was eating a salad I made myself (with black beans, corn, tomatoes, and cheddar cheese), and Camille was eating roast chicken with asparagus and a tiny loaf of bread with delicious cheese from a goat, I asked Sage if he was ever going to bring something different to lunch. He looked at me and blinked. “Why?” he said. “Don’t you get tired of eating the same thing every day?” I asked. “Why would I? It’s my favorite lunch,” he said. It was much worse than...
