ESLR: Resourceful Learner – Take responsibility for learning
Directions: Read the following story and answer questions 1 through 5. Circle the correct answer, and respond to any additional questions asked of you, following the directions provided.
The Art of the Sandwich
(1) Roland couldn’t believe he was working on such a beautiful Saturday morning. He could be finishing his painting for art class, and he had the perfect idea for the colors in the background. “Besides, I know nothing about catering,” he thought. But his best friend Brandon needed him, and Roland needed the job to buy more art supplies.
(2) Roland knocked on the front door of a one-story house in a busy city neighborhood. Immediately, a voice answered, “Come on in, Brandon.” Inside, he found a man unloading fruits, vegetables, bread, and all sorts of fresh food onto a long table that took up half the space in the narrow galley kitchen.
(3) “Finish unloading,” said the man, turning, then . . . ”oh, I thought you were Brandon.”
(4) “I’m Roland. Brandon tried to reach you last night. He’s got a bad cold, and he sent me to help you set up. Hey, aren’t you Mr. Sugimoto, the high school cook?”
(5) “Yes, and you’re Brandon’s art friend, the painter. Right?”
(6) Roland nodded, and Mr. Sugimoto offered his hand. “Welcome to Sam Sugimoto’s Catering, my weekend job. During the week, I’m better known as Benton High School’s head chef! So, can you cook?”
(7) Roland wondered if instant macaroni and cheese and peanut butter sandwiches counted. “Not really. But I can carry stuff and help out.”
(8) Mr. Sugimoto glanced at the food on the table, the boxes, and then at his watch. “I’ve got to make the hors d’oeuvres, pick up the entrees, and put the finishing touches on the dessert.” He rubbed his chin, thinking. “How good are you at art?”
(9) “It’s my favorite subject in school. If I got to college, I might . . .”
(10) “I can’t wait that long. Let’s see how good you are now.” Mr. Sugimoto cleared a space on the table: a small garden of vegetables on one side, bread on the opposite side, meats and various jars of condiments at the top. In the middle, he placed a two-foot-wide silver serving platter. “I’ll get started on the main course. Your job is to fill this platter with hors d’oeuvres.”
(11) Roland blinked. “Or-whats?”
(12) “Or-DURVS. It’s French. It means little sandwiches or snacks, the kind people pick up and eat with their fingers.”
(13) “But I’ve never made them or even seen them.”
(14) “Think of them as artistic little sandwiches,” said Mr. Sugimoto. “I’m catering my nephew’s cast party for A Midsummer Night’s Dream. He’s one of the stars. Of course, he wouldn’t know an hors d’oeuvre from a burger.”
(15) Roland shook his head. “Mr. Sugimoto, I don’t think I can . . .”
(16) Nonsense. You’re an artist, and you like food. Use your imagination and your taste buds; that’s what the great chefs do. I’ll show you a sample.” Mr. Sugimoto found some large cookie cutters and opened a bag of sandwich bread. He removed two slices and made an ordinary sandwich with a ham spread, then another sandwich with cheese spread. He trimmed off the crust and used a star-shaped cookie cutter to cut out two star shapes. Then he took an olive and a toothpick and garnished the tops, giving the sandwich shapes an appealing look.
(17) “Your turn,” said Mr. Sugimoto. “I’ve got to run out to pick up the entrees. I’ll be back in a little while.”
(18) Before Roland could protest, Mr. Sugimoto had left the kitchen. Roland stared at the combination of ingredients before him, his artistic appetite whetted by the possibility of creating food that was not only good to eat but pleasing to look at. He surveyed the array of supplies, and closed his eyes, imagining the results. Then he grabbed two slices of bread and a jar of mayonnaise and went to work.
(19) Before long, Roland had assembled more than thirty tiny sandwiches, with different colorful fillings and shapes: crescents of whole wheat with yellow egg salad, circles of sourdough with roast beef and red tomato slices, and diamond-shaped dark rye turkey miniatures. He created French bread fans with cream cheese and green sprouts, along with cucumber sandwiches on delicate white triangles of bread. Some he topped with black or green olives, some with tiny cherry tomato wedges, and some with sprigs of fresh dill or parsley. He was in the process of layering the sandwiches in tiers on the tray when Mr. Sugimoto reappeared and stared at the display for several moments. Roland wondered if the caterer’s intense gaze was from dismay or delight.
(20) “Is that a three-dimensional star you’re making on the tray?”
(21) “Yeah,” began Roland, “but if you don’t like, it, I can change it. I just thought with your nephew being one of the stars and all . . .”
(22) Mr. Sugimoto’s eyes widened and a smile creased his face. “You’ve done a fantastic job—such variety and intriguing color combinations! You really do have an artistic eye.”
(23) Roland added the final sandwich to the top tier and stepped back for a look. It felt like the final brush stroke to a painting, and he couldn’t contain his smile.
(24) “Next week I have a much bigger dinner party, an awards banquet for teachers,” Mr. Sugimoto said. “I could use a few platters—just like these. Are you interested in a job—as Assistant Chef?”
(25) “Me . . . Assistant Chef?” Roland looked at his star creation again. Already a dozen ideas of hors d’oeuvres appeared in his mind, including a design for a huge apple. The title had such a distinctive sound, that he couldn’t help repeating it, “Assistant Chef.” He would be able to buy his paints and have a job creating art. Who’d have thought there was an art to food preparation? “Sure, why not!”
What is the meaning of the word array as used in paragraph 18 of the story? collection
Is this a DETAIL question or a MAIN IDEA question? How do you know?