Word Lovers Blog: A Tasajillo-Filled Story

Hi there! Welcome to my blog! The purpose of this story is to help you remember the word 'TASAJILLO(pronounced tah-suh-hee-yoh) - a type of pear

“Tasajillo Takes Over” 🍐

I woke up to the gentle ping of my phone—a message from Sweet, my serene older sister. “Orangey, don’t forget: today is the Hobby Divas’ bake sale! Let’s make it peace-filled and drama-free. ☮️” My eyes landed on my outfit for the day: a pastel pink blazer, plaid skirt, and the pièce de résistance—my “Tasajillo” necklace. No, not an actual pear, but a delicate charm shaped like the cutest little tasajillo you’ve ever seen. It’s our family’s inside joke, thanks to Mom’s constant use of the word. (Did you know tasajillo can also mean a spiny desert plant? Merriam-Webster taught me that, but we just say it’s a pear. 😂)
Downstairs, the kitchen was buzzing like a bee in a field of tasajillo. Mom—aka the Queen of Hugi City, President Savory—was fluttering around, dusting powdered sugar on pastries. “Orangey, darling, don’t forget to bring extra tasajillo for the bake sale display! They’re tasajillo-shaped cookies this year.” She winked.
Kai, my little brother, slid into the kitchen in his soccer shorts and a tee that said “Tasajillo Power” (he stole it from my closet, I swear). “Hey Orangey! Do you think the Cool Kidz can help set up the tasajillo tower at the sale? Em has a new prank idea—he wants to balance a real tasajillo on top and see if anyone notices.”
I groaned, but in that “I-love-you-even-when-you ’re-annoying” big sis way. “Kai, if you get tasajillo juice on my hobby supplies, you’re toast. Or, um, tasajillo jam.” He stuck out his tongue and bolted, yelling, “Nina already made tasajillo slime! It’s epic!”
At school, the Hobby Divas assembled: Sweet, calm and collected with a tasajillo-print scarf; Coco, my wild-child bestie, wearing a tasajillo-green jacket (“It’s not a phase, Orangey!”); and me, Orangey, basking in the glory of my preppy-tasajillo ensemble. Our table was a masterpiece: towers of tasajillo cookies, tasajillo stickers, and even tasajillo origami. 📚🍰
Suddenly, the Cool Kidz rolled in—Kai doing a cartwheel, Em juggling three tasajillos, Kathryn making a tasajillo TikTok, Elen with a moody “tasajillo black” eyeliner look, and Nina squealing, “These tasajillo cookies are LITERALLY the best thing since calculus!” (She’s a nerd with taste.)
The sale was a whirlwind. Em swapped out a cookie for a real tasajillo, making Sweet gasp and giggle. Coco dared Kai to eat a whole tasajillo in one bite (“Don’t choke! We need you for the soccer finals!”). Nina started a “tasajillo dance challenge” that ended with the principal joining in. Even President Savory stopped by, waving at everyone and sampling a tasajillo tart. “Very presidential,” she declared, grinning.
But then—drama. The bake sale money jar disappeared. My heart skipped a beat. “Who would take the tasajillo jar?” I whispered, panic fluttering in my chest like confetti in a storm. Sweet put a calming hand on my shoulder. “We’ll figure it out, Orangey.”
We split up: Coco and I checked the library (because who wouldn’t hide a tasajillo jar behind “War and Peace”?), while Kai and his Cool Kidz searched the gym. Kathryn found a trail of tasajillo crumbs leading to the science lab.
Inside, Em was already there, holding up the jar triumphantly. “It was under the microscope! Someone used it as a weight for their tasajillo experiment.” We all burst out laughing. Only at Hugi City School could a bake sale turn into a tasajillo-themed mystery.
Relief washed over me like a fresh breeze. We returned to the sale, the jar safe and sound, and I felt a surge of pride. My friends—Hobby Divas and Cool Kidz alike—were the real treasures, even more than the endless parade of tasajillo.
By the end of the day, my necklace was slightly askew, my shoes sticky with tasajillo goo, but my heart was full. We’d sold out every tasajillo treat, and as I walked home with Sweet, Coco, and Kai, I knew tomorrow would bring another adventure—maybe with less tasajillo... or maybe not. 😉

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