In my beginners class, we have finally come to food. The last two days it has led to lots of first language usage in class, which drives me crazy.
After yesterday’s craziness, I decided to show them pictures of the food we were learning from my garden. They asked me what I had now, and none of them know what beets are, so I told them tomatoes and parsley. And that lead to tabouli. I think we are going to make it.
I picked tomatoes this evening, as well as parsley. I tried to get volunteers for the other ingredients, but I think I will just buy them tomorrow after work, prepare it during my break and we will enjoy it Friday during class.
I don’t want to buy a cucumber, but I will since my plants are way behind from last year. I’ll buy some mint and I will see if anyone brings an onion tomorrow. I can make it easily and I think it will be a good bonding experience.
I also don’t want to play favorites. I think I will buy ice cream and serve it with the blackberries and pom that I canned tonight for my other afternoon class. It should be a surprise. I will have to taste it first, but also be ready.
In other words, the best thing about having a garden is sharing with my students. It seems to make them think I am human and not just a language nazi.
I’m almost back to the point of letting students come to my house. With Gretchen and Buddy, it was easy. With Dora, Tammy and Murphy, I have to be more careful.
Still, I like it that my students will get to eat food I have grown in my garden.
And if someone stops by tomorrow, there will be pan-seared cod, beets, and zuccini.