Friday, May 29, 2009

Let Them Eat Cake! (Or, My Work Neighbor is a Genius)

Lately, I've been feeling like the Worst Teacher Ever. Partly because it's the end of the school year and I'm burned out. Partly because my desk is a mess. Partly because I only managed to accomplish a handful of the "brilliant" ideas I had for units and activities early in the year (because a girl has to sleep, even if it's only for three or four hours a night). And partly because of projects like this:

This is a Government Cake, the project of a 7th-grader whose Social Studies teacher's classroom is next door to mine. Every year, he assigns the students to bake a cake that represents the U.S. Government. He is a genius.

On two days in May, his students came into school with layer cakes designed to represent the three branches of the goverment. They decorated with M&Ms and Hershey's Kisses to stand for the Amendments to the Constitution. They blended chocolate and vanilla, and explained that this was to show Federalism (the division of power between the state and national governments, a fact I learned during one of the cake presentations).
All I can say is, if my 9th-grade Government teacher had assigned projects like this, rather than showing us taped episodes of Degrassi Junior High (which, to be fair, was one of my favorite memories of 9th-grade), I probably wouldn't be relying on a bunch of 7th-grade girls to explain checks and balances to me.

As I began to look around, I realized that all the teachers I work with are equally brilliant. The 6th-grade Drama teacher not only had her students perform scenes for a rotating audience, but also had them sit as a panel to "talk back" to the audience, who asked a series of unpredictable questions. The performers were eloquent and confident in their answers, a tribute to the preparation they received from their teacher. The Science teacher has them making and testing their own shampoo and body lotion as a science project. Rather than having them write a stiff and probably-plagiarized report about the countries of Europe, the 6th-grade Social Studies teacher had his students create children's books as a culmination to their research.

As a teacher, it's exciting to work with people whose ideas are as inspired and creative and well-prepared as these. But at the same time, it's a bit intimidating. They make me feel unorganized and ineffective, and leave me to wonder if I'm making as big an impact as I think they are. You enter the school year filled with plans for amazing projects and mind-blowing units, but then you get into the brass tacks of answering a thousand questions a day (from "What was our homework?' to "Who invented chocolate chip cookies?") and organizing paperwork, and keeping track of 80 different humans, and your brain is too shot to read a book on the subway ride home, let alone spend three hours in front of the computer writing out detailed lesson plans or scouring the Internet for poems containing symbolism that a 6th-grader can pick up on.

This is not to say I haven't done anything I'm proud of. This year I had students write business letters, most of which received responses. I staged a weekly Open Mic that was filled with their poems and dramatic readings. A lot of kids in my class discovered this year that yes, in fact, they do love to read. And I introduced my Advisory to Gooey Butter Cake, which is a life-changing dessert that they will obsess about for years to come.

Still, as the last day of school nears, I find it difficult not to look around and say, "NEXT year, I'm going to do things so much better." And with some things, I probably will. With others, I'll probably find myself thinking the same thing I am right now. The important thing, I think, is to keep looking for ways to improve. To not relax into "good enough." To take the things that worked and do them again. To take the things that were lame, and make them interesting. Maybe by the time I'm ready to retire, I'll have put all my ideas into action. I have roughly 30 years. That seems about right.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Bacon de Mayo

Someday I will throw a party for which I am completely prepared days in advance. A party where I'm not up until 3 a.m. the night before, baking and frosting things. A party where I'm not playing beat the clock, desperately hoping nobody actually shows up on time and sees me covered in powdered sugar, simultaneously shredding cheese, ditching piles of clothes behind a couch and trying to make the cupcake display look pretty.

Alas, my Ocho de Mayo party on Friday was not such a party.

The First Annual Ocho de Mayo Celebration was an idea borne of some Thursday-night drinking. Out with friends M and R a month or so ago, I declared that it would soon be time for another party. I thought, Cinco de Mayo!, but upon consulting our cell phone calendars, we discovered that it was on a Tuesday. Uno de Mayo? No, R was out of town that weekend. Ocho de Mayo? Bingo.

We quickly agreed that Ocho de Mayo's main features would be bacon and a moustache competition. Don't ask me how or why. These things just fit.

I went to work on creating a buzz for the party, via email teasers to my friends. My goal was to create an annual event that would make Cinco de Mayo look like Arbor Day in terms of holiday status.

It worked.

Friday evening, my friends arrived just after my peanut-butter frosting disaster and my three (THREE!) trips to the store to pick up things I discovered I needed, but before I was in party clothes and before the dishes were done and the cheese was sliced. Fortunately, the early arrivals were happy to help, and they looked the other way when I shoved unwashed pans into the oven, to be dealt with later.

And then...

And then there were more friends, there was beer, there was music, there was loud laughing, there was a trip to the roof, and a trip down, and a trip back up, and a trip back down, there was a moral dilemma about "Do we open the really expensive whiskey that was brought in a box and left on the counter?" (answer: yes), there were shots of bacon vodka, there were Bloody Marys with garlic-jalepeno vodka, there was one contestant (and winner!) in the moustache competition, there were take-home containers, there was tequila, there was gooey butter cake, there were new sunglasses, there was a flag. That's right, an Ocho de Mayo flag. Admire its awesomeness:


One of the things I love/hate about planning a party is coming up with the menu. I love it because it gives me the chance to try things I've wanted to try, to share things I already love, and to plan out the perfect salty-sweet balance. I only hate it the night before and the day of the party, when I try to figure out how the HELL I'm going to get everything done. A few things I planned this time around didn't happen (like chipotle aoli) but what did happen worked out pretty well.

Ocho de Mayo Menu
*Seven-Layer Dip (1. refried beans, 2. guacamole, 3. sour cream mixed with taco seasoning, 4. shredded iceberg lettuce, 5. diced tomatoes, 6. shredded cheddar cheese, 7. sliced black olives) with chips
*Gooey Butter Cake with Strawberries (I add half a stick of butter to the "goo" part of this recipe)
*Cheese/Roast Beef/Proscuitto/Crackers/Bread
*Fat Elvis Cupcakes (banana cupcakes using this yellow cake recipe with added bananas mashed in the food processor, peanut butter frosting, caramelized bacon)
*Caramelized Bacon

If you have never had caramelized bacon (and this would not surprise me), be prepared for your life to change. It is weird and delicious, the perfect addition of sweetness to something that is already awesome. It's also pretty easy to make, and your friends will think you are a genius.

You need:
1 lb bacon
1 lb light brown sugar
a baking dish/pan (not a cookie sheet)
an oven heated to 350 degrees
Dump a bunch of the brown sugar into your pan, mush your bacon into it, coating the bacon thickly on both sides. Dump any remaining sugar on top, but save about a handful to toss on at the end for a final sugar coat. Put pan in the oven. Cook for about 8 minutes* on each side, then cool on a rack.

*Maybe a few minutes more, but watch the bacon very carefully. If you overcook it, it will be burned. If you undercook it, it will be chewy, rather than slightly crispy.
**When your pan is free of bacon, the melted sugar will harden quickly and you will think your pan is ruined. You might say something like, "Damnit, Snackhands! How could you let me do this to my favorite pan! Now I'm going to have to throw it out, jerk!" This is not true. Run superhot water over the pan for a while, and the sugar will melt off. Trust me.

If nothing else -- if my Ocho de Mayo party had been a tense and boring affair loaded with jerks, warm Corona, and only Hootie and the Blowfish and Limp Bizkit playing in the background -- I am confident that the caramelized bacon would have saved it. Fortunately, that worst-case scenario was not what happened, and the caramelized bacon was a small part of a great party. I think I have created a monster.

Viva la Ocho de Mayo! See you next year.