Smaklig Måltid!

In an expansion of my sourdough repertoire, yesterday I baked a dense rye bread, similar to the Scandinavian staple that is often the base of those open-faced sandwiches so common to that region. It was a heavy dough, fortified with stout and laced with almonds, pumpkin seeds, and flax meal, that I turned into my pullman pan to rise. The recipe called for baking it for over 2 hours, but the direction that the internal temperature should reach 208 was helpful guidance. Once out of the pan, the block of bread was to be wrapped in a clean towel for at least 24 hours. This morning, it was at last ready to slice, and I was ready to top it. We've had butter, avocado, and smoked salmon, tuna and egg, poached shrimp with lobster mayo and dill-- all hearty and filling in an unmistakably Nordic way.

Not for Granted

This is the time of year when we are usually in our Oscar mode. With the holidays behind us and a long dreary winter ahead we turn our attention to the movies and eating out. We are typically joined in this diversion by my brother and sister-in-law and my two nephews, now adults in the mid 20s. We try to see as many of the movies that may nominated until the nominations, and then we double down to see all of the nominees. While we're at it, we plan meals for after the show at restaurants we've been wanting to try. It all crescendos with a weekend at the beach spent together to watch the Academy Award Ceremony.

That is so not happening this year. The six of us lamented the situation as we sat outside visiting around the fire pit this afternoon. "Maybe we could have raclette and do an outdoor show?" I suggested.

"I don't even know what's in contention," my brother said.

"Me neither!" I answered, "When do the nominations even come out?"

It turns out that the actual ceremony has been pushed all the way to late April, so the nominations aren't until March 15.

"By that time," I said, "maybe we can actually see some of the films at the movies! And possibly go out to eat."

"It might be too soon," my brother said, "but I hope not. You should have seen the rapture on your face when you were imagining it."

Grumpy Cat

Lucy hasn't been entirely herself lately, and we haven't been able to figure out why. 

Closer observation has revealed that our cat, Milo, formerly of placid and somewhat slow disposition, has come into his own as the only male and the house. Now, when he is displeased not only does he swat and charge our other cat, Tibby, but he also blocks Lucy from stairwells and doorways, swatting and charging at her as well. Although he is only a quarter of her weight, he does have claws, and Lucy seems to be taking his aggression pretty seriously. In fact, he recently growled at me because I was cleaning something from Tibby's fur and she was fussing. So, maybe I should start again...

Milo hasn't been entirely himself lately, and we haven't been able to figure out why. 

Holding Out for What?

"I want to believe," said the woman down the way from me in the hair salon, "that their hearts are in the right place, but..." She sighed and shook her tinfoil covered head.

She was talking about teachers. 

She was talking about me. 

In her estimation, "a few vocal ones are holding out." That was a problem because her house was too small. Even though she was a stay at home mom, she and her husband and child "were on top of each other all the time." And that was uncomfortable.

The stylist nodded, sympathetically and noted that she had been working in person for months.

"Right!" her client agreed. "It's their job!"

Balancing Act

There's not a lot about virtual teaching that beats in-person, but there are a few things. Today, as we near the end of our unit, students are predictably in one of three places on their summative assignment: behind, slightly behind or on track, and ahead. That hasn't changed at all.

In the classroom, I might group students according to their progress and move from table to table to assist and keep them on track. Any help or intervention I would be able to provide would be interspersed with classroom management, making sure that kids were doing as they should and neither distracting themselves nor the other students near them. 

Today? I popped the kids who were behind and ahead into breakout rooms, and kept the other students on the main call, which I monitored from my iPad. With the students who had a finished draft, I shared my screen and went through a slide show on revision that matched up with the checklist they would use independently. Meanwhile, the students who were behind shared their outlines with me, and I was able to interact with them both verbally and on the outline itself, making corrections or suggestions as they worked. In between, I checked in with the kids in the middle, answering questions and encouraging progress. 

Was every student focused and on task every minute? No. But their inattention didn't negatively impact the group dynamic, and by checking in with them frequently, I was able to help with their focus. At the end of the day, I felt like my three ring circus was ready for the road.

Just Ask

We recently updated our FireTV to a newer model with a few more features. Despite being aware of the privacy issues, I have found it fun and entertaining to command the device to turn on, turn off, turn up, and turn down the TV as well as to request specific programs.

This morning I was working with my students as they make the final push toward writing and revising their argument essays. "Alexa?" I asked a student in my assertive teacher voice, "Please share your outline with me."

Even as the human Alexa was complying with my request, a voice from the living room replied, "I'm sorry, I don't know how to do that." 

I laughed to myself as I was looking over Alexa's writing.

"Alexa!" I said. "This looks great! Nice work!"

"Thank you," my student and my FireTV replied in unison.

High Hopes

When I asked my students who their favorite super hero is for the chat snap this morning, I may have raised their hopes a little high. "Oh man!" one kid said as we were talking about their answers, "I can't wait to see what the lesson is!"

"Uhhhh," I hesitated, " I think you might be a little disappointed. Let me share my screen." 

The bright blue first slide of a presentation blinked across their iPads. From outline to essay: it read, How to write a flash draft. To my credit, I did use a fun font and add a cool lightning bolt graphic.

"Flash!" I said. "Get it you guys? He's a superhero!"

I'm sure I could hear the groaning even through their muted mics.