You Can't Drink a Meatball Through a Straw #7

Part of Here's Hank

Illustrated by Scott Garrett
Ebook (EPUB)
On sale Mar 08, 2016 | 128 Pages | 9780698183407
Age 6-8 years | Grades 1-3
Reading Level: Lexile 640L | Fountas & Pinnell O
Find out what Hank cooks up in the seventh book of the series! 

Hank is nothing like his cousin Judith Ann. When she comes to stay with the Zipzer family while taking part in a junior chef competition, she gives off an air of perfection. She’s an excellent cook, and doesn’t let Hank forget it, either. But when Hank enters the competition, too, he finds out that he and Judith Ann have more in common than he thinks—and it’s not cooking!
CHAPTER ONE
 
“Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy!” I yelled at the top of my lungs. “The pizza’s here!”
 
“How do you know?” my best friend Frankie Townsend asked.
“I didn’t hear the doorbell ring.”
 
“My nose knows,” I told him. “I can sniff out pepperoni a mile away.”
 
It was Friday pizza night. Frankie and my other best friend, Ashley Wong, and I were sitting in my living room playing this card game we made up called Florida Coconuts. I’d explain the rules to you, but they don’t make any sense, even to us. It involves dropping a deck of cards on the loser’s head, instead of a real coconut, which would leave a lump.
 
I got up and ran to the front door. Our dog, Cheerio, followed me. He can sniff out pepperoni a mile away, too. I taught him that. My mom was there balancing a huge pizza box in her hands. My younger sister, Emily, was next to her, holding a paper bag that smelled like Italian salad and garlic rolls. Standing next to her was a tall girl wearing a white chef’s hat.
 
“Mom, I’ve never been so glad to see you in my whole life!”
I said. “Emily, I’m not that happy to see you. And you with the crazy hat, I have no idea who
you are.”
 
“Hank,” my mom said, coming into our apartment. “This is your cousin Judith Ann. Remember,
I told you she was coming in from Chicago to spend the weekend with us. We’re hosting her while her parents are away at a business conference.”
 
“Whoops,” I answered. “That must have slipped right through my brain and out my left ear. Or maybe it was my right ear. But who cares when there’s pizza involved?”
 
I reached out and took the box from my mom’s hands and headed for the dining-room table.
 
My dad brought plates and a big roll of paper towels from the kitchen. It was going to be our
usual Friday pizza feast and
movie night.
 
“Dig in, Judith Ann,” I called
to her. “Take off your crazy hat and grab a slice while it’s hot.”
 
Judith Ann walked over to the dining-room table and stared at
our pizza.
 
“No thanks,” she said. “I don’t eat that type of pizza.”
 
“Oh,” my dad said. “Are you allergic to wheat?”
 
“No,” Judith Ann said. “But I only like pizza I make myself, with goat cheese and artichokes.”
 
“Judith Ann is quite an excellent cook,” my mom explained. “In fact, in case you have forgotten,” she said, looking straight at me, “the reason she’s spending the weekend with us is that she’s competing in the Junior Chef Cook-Off.”
 
“Oh, that explains the crazy hat,” I said. “But I’ve got to tell you, Judy, you’re missing out on one delicious pizza here. We ordered triple cheese with pepperoni.”
 
“No one calls me Judy,” she said without cracking a smile.
“My full name is Judith Ann.
Just like your full name is Henry—which is what I’m going to call you.”
 
“You can do that,” I said with my mouth full. “But I won’t answer.”
 
Ashley and Frankie burst out laughing, shooting some pretty powerful garlic breath into the air.
 
“He’s been ‘Hank’ since we were in preschool,” Frankie told her.
 
“He’s definitely not a ‘Henry’ type,” Ashley added. “Henrys have gray hair and are math teachers.”
 
“Yeah.” I laughed. “I can’t even subtract, so you better stick with Hank. Tell me, Judy . . . I mean Judith . . . I mean Judith Ann. What’s your favorite thing to cook, aside from weird pizza?”
 
“Well, for the Junior Chef Cook-Off this weekend, I’ll be preparing my special vegetarian meatballs.”
 
“Wait a minute.” I stopped eating and scratched my head. “What makes it a meatball if there’s no meat? I mean, if there’s no meat, then it’s just a ball.”
 
Frankie and Ashley cracked up again. Judith Ann was not amused.
 
“My vegetarian meatballs are made of chopped eggplant, carrots, mushrooms, white beans, and of course, bread crumbs.”
 
“Oh, they sound . . . so . . . um . . . interesting,” Ashley said.
 
“And round,” Frankie added.
 
Judith Ann seemed pleased. “I got the idea from watching my favorite TV show, Country Cooking for the City. They were making vegetarian hot dogs.”
 
The idea of a hot dog made of mushed-up cauliflower almost made me gag. So I decided it’d be best to just eat some pepperoni pizza and talk about TV shows.
 
“Wait a minute—on all of TV, that’s your favorite show?” I said to Judith Ann, taking a bite of my new slice of pizza. “My favorite is Zombats. It’s about these really scary zombie bats. You’d love it.”
 
“I don’t really like hairy rodents,” Judith Ann said. “Besides, I only watch cooking shows on TV.”
 
“Too bad,” I said. “Just like this pizza, you’re missing out.” I tried to offer Judith Ann a slice, one with a juicy piece of pepperoni right in the middle, but she just made a face.
 
“How about if I make you guys some real food?” Judith Ann said. “I need to practice for the contest anyway, and you can be my tasters. Maybe my cooking will take your taste buds on a new adventure.”
 
“Oh, that sounds like such fun, doesn’t it, kids?” my mom said with a little too much enthusiasm.
 
“Yeah, it really does,” Emily agreed.
 
“Emily, you have a chore to do first,” my dad said. “Katherine’s cage needs cleaning. When you have a pet, you have to take care of it.”
 
Cheerio wagged his tail and started chasing it. When he runs in a circle, he looks just like a Cheerio. That’s how he got his name.
 
“Oh, that’s right, Daddy,” Emily said. Then turning to Judith Ann, she added, “Katherine is my pet iguana. She’s really pretty. And she doesn’t like a pellet-poop buildup.”
 
For just a second, Judith Ann looked like she was going to throw up. But she recovered in time to squeak out, “I’ll be in the kitchen when you’re finished.”
 
Ashley and Frankie and I had been planning to watch The Swamp Monster for the fortieth time. But before I knew it, my mom had herded us into the kitchen to watch Judith Ann wash her eggplants and carrots and mushrooms.
 
So long, Swamp Monster. Good-bye, fun.
 
It was going to be a vegetarian meatball kind of night.
Henry Winkler is an acomplished actor, producer, and director. He is most well known for playing The Fonz on the American sitcom Happy Days. In 2003, Henry added author to his list of acheivements as he coauthored a series of children's books. Inspired by the true life experiences of Henry Winkler, whose undiagnosed dyslexia made him a classic childhood underachiever, the Hank Zipzer series is based on the high-spirited and funny adventures of a boy with learning differences. Henry is married to Stacey Weitzman and they have three children. View titles by Henry Winkler
Lin Oliver is a children’s book author and writer/producer of numerous television series and movies for children. With Henry Winkler, she writes the New York Times bestselling book series, Hank Zipzer: World’s Best Underachiever, which has sold over 4 million copies and is a hit television series on the BBC. Their new chapter book series, Here’s Hank, is also a New York Times bestseller.  She is also the author of the Who Shrunk Daniel Funk quartet, Sound Bender and The Shadow Mask, adventure/science fiction middle grade novels she coauthored with Theo Baker. Her collection of poetry, the highly praised Little Poems for Tiny Ears, illustrated by Tomie dePaola, is being followed with another poetry collection, Steppin’ Out: Playful Rhymes for Toddler Times. Oliver is the cofounder and Executive Director of SCBWI.  View titles by Lin Oliver

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Find out what Hank cooks up in the seventh book of the series! 

Hank is nothing like his cousin Judith Ann. When she comes to stay with the Zipzer family while taking part in a junior chef competition, she gives off an air of perfection. She’s an excellent cook, and doesn’t let Hank forget it, either. But when Hank enters the competition, too, he finds out that he and Judith Ann have more in common than he thinks—and it’s not cooking!

Excerpt

CHAPTER ONE
 
“Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy!” I yelled at the top of my lungs. “The pizza’s here!”
 
“How do you know?” my best friend Frankie Townsend asked.
“I didn’t hear the doorbell ring.”
 
“My nose knows,” I told him. “I can sniff out pepperoni a mile away.”
 
It was Friday pizza night. Frankie and my other best friend, Ashley Wong, and I were sitting in my living room playing this card game we made up called Florida Coconuts. I’d explain the rules to you, but they don’t make any sense, even to us. It involves dropping a deck of cards on the loser’s head, instead of a real coconut, which would leave a lump.
 
I got up and ran to the front door. Our dog, Cheerio, followed me. He can sniff out pepperoni a mile away, too. I taught him that. My mom was there balancing a huge pizza box in her hands. My younger sister, Emily, was next to her, holding a paper bag that smelled like Italian salad and garlic rolls. Standing next to her was a tall girl wearing a white chef’s hat.
 
“Mom, I’ve never been so glad to see you in my whole life!”
I said. “Emily, I’m not that happy to see you. And you with the crazy hat, I have no idea who
you are.”
 
“Hank,” my mom said, coming into our apartment. “This is your cousin Judith Ann. Remember,
I told you she was coming in from Chicago to spend the weekend with us. We’re hosting her while her parents are away at a business conference.”
 
“Whoops,” I answered. “That must have slipped right through my brain and out my left ear. Or maybe it was my right ear. But who cares when there’s pizza involved?”
 
I reached out and took the box from my mom’s hands and headed for the dining-room table.
 
My dad brought plates and a big roll of paper towels from the kitchen. It was going to be our
usual Friday pizza feast and
movie night.
 
“Dig in, Judith Ann,” I called
to her. “Take off your crazy hat and grab a slice while it’s hot.”
 
Judith Ann walked over to the dining-room table and stared at
our pizza.
 
“No thanks,” she said. “I don’t eat that type of pizza.”
 
“Oh,” my dad said. “Are you allergic to wheat?”
 
“No,” Judith Ann said. “But I only like pizza I make myself, with goat cheese and artichokes.”
 
“Judith Ann is quite an excellent cook,” my mom explained. “In fact, in case you have forgotten,” she said, looking straight at me, “the reason she’s spending the weekend with us is that she’s competing in the Junior Chef Cook-Off.”
 
“Oh, that explains the crazy hat,” I said. “But I’ve got to tell you, Judy, you’re missing out on one delicious pizza here. We ordered triple cheese with pepperoni.”
 
“No one calls me Judy,” she said without cracking a smile.
“My full name is Judith Ann.
Just like your full name is Henry—which is what I’m going to call you.”
 
“You can do that,” I said with my mouth full. “But I won’t answer.”
 
Ashley and Frankie burst out laughing, shooting some pretty powerful garlic breath into the air.
 
“He’s been ‘Hank’ since we were in preschool,” Frankie told her.
 
“He’s definitely not a ‘Henry’ type,” Ashley added. “Henrys have gray hair and are math teachers.”
 
“Yeah.” I laughed. “I can’t even subtract, so you better stick with Hank. Tell me, Judy . . . I mean Judith . . . I mean Judith Ann. What’s your favorite thing to cook, aside from weird pizza?”
 
“Well, for the Junior Chef Cook-Off this weekend, I’ll be preparing my special vegetarian meatballs.”
 
“Wait a minute.” I stopped eating and scratched my head. “What makes it a meatball if there’s no meat? I mean, if there’s no meat, then it’s just a ball.”
 
Frankie and Ashley cracked up again. Judith Ann was not amused.
 
“My vegetarian meatballs are made of chopped eggplant, carrots, mushrooms, white beans, and of course, bread crumbs.”
 
“Oh, they sound . . . so . . . um . . . interesting,” Ashley said.
 
“And round,” Frankie added.
 
Judith Ann seemed pleased. “I got the idea from watching my favorite TV show, Country Cooking for the City. They were making vegetarian hot dogs.”
 
The idea of a hot dog made of mushed-up cauliflower almost made me gag. So I decided it’d be best to just eat some pepperoni pizza and talk about TV shows.
 
“Wait a minute—on all of TV, that’s your favorite show?” I said to Judith Ann, taking a bite of my new slice of pizza. “My favorite is Zombats. It’s about these really scary zombie bats. You’d love it.”
 
“I don’t really like hairy rodents,” Judith Ann said. “Besides, I only watch cooking shows on TV.”
 
“Too bad,” I said. “Just like this pizza, you’re missing out.” I tried to offer Judith Ann a slice, one with a juicy piece of pepperoni right in the middle, but she just made a face.
 
“How about if I make you guys some real food?” Judith Ann said. “I need to practice for the contest anyway, and you can be my tasters. Maybe my cooking will take your taste buds on a new adventure.”
 
“Oh, that sounds like such fun, doesn’t it, kids?” my mom said with a little too much enthusiasm.
 
“Yeah, it really does,” Emily agreed.
 
“Emily, you have a chore to do first,” my dad said. “Katherine’s cage needs cleaning. When you have a pet, you have to take care of it.”
 
Cheerio wagged his tail and started chasing it. When he runs in a circle, he looks just like a Cheerio. That’s how he got his name.
 
“Oh, that’s right, Daddy,” Emily said. Then turning to Judith Ann, she added, “Katherine is my pet iguana. She’s really pretty. And she doesn’t like a pellet-poop buildup.”
 
For just a second, Judith Ann looked like she was going to throw up. But she recovered in time to squeak out, “I’ll be in the kitchen when you’re finished.”
 
Ashley and Frankie and I had been planning to watch The Swamp Monster for the fortieth time. But before I knew it, my mom had herded us into the kitchen to watch Judith Ann wash her eggplants and carrots and mushrooms.
 
So long, Swamp Monster. Good-bye, fun.
 
It was going to be a vegetarian meatball kind of night.

Author

Henry Winkler is an acomplished actor, producer, and director. He is most well known for playing The Fonz on the American sitcom Happy Days. In 2003, Henry added author to his list of acheivements as he coauthored a series of children's books. Inspired by the true life experiences of Henry Winkler, whose undiagnosed dyslexia made him a classic childhood underachiever, the Hank Zipzer series is based on the high-spirited and funny adventures of a boy with learning differences. Henry is married to Stacey Weitzman and they have three children. View titles by Henry Winkler
Lin Oliver is a children’s book author and writer/producer of numerous television series and movies for children. With Henry Winkler, she writes the New York Times bestselling book series, Hank Zipzer: World’s Best Underachiever, which has sold over 4 million copies and is a hit television series on the BBC. Their new chapter book series, Here’s Hank, is also a New York Times bestseller.  She is also the author of the Who Shrunk Daniel Funk quartet, Sound Bender and The Shadow Mask, adventure/science fiction middle grade novels she coauthored with Theo Baker. Her collection of poetry, the highly praised Little Poems for Tiny Ears, illustrated by Tomie dePaola, is being followed with another poetry collection, Steppin’ Out: Playful Rhymes for Toddler Times. Oliver is the cofounder and Executive Director of SCBWI.  View titles by Lin Oliver