My 7th graders are now conversant in my oh-so-clever perennial joke, "If you give a mouse a cookie, he's going to ask for the Sudetenland." I'm inordinately proud of this.
My 7th graders are now conversant in my oh-so-clever perennial joke, "If you give a mouse a cookie, he's going to ask for the Sudetenland." I'm inordinately proud of this.
I love being in the classroom at this time of year...the sun is shining, we're nearing the finish line, and my students are highly capable and thoughtful people. I don't think many folks out there can say that, in a room full of 7th graders, they feel as if they're in the presence of wisdom. I feel incredibly fortunate and grateful to say that about my own situation.
Well, alrighty then...
On the way home today, I purchased the supplies to have Chicago-style hot dogs for dinner. I feel happy.
Also, a hot dog is a sandwich. Fight me.
45 degree thunder. Whatever.
Couple of delicious sandwiches right here.
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Yep! Got a taste for them today and picked up supplies on the way home.
Honored our ongoing commitment to aim for minimal food waste in our home by using some straggling leftover potatoes to make some really nice potato wedges for our side.
The Chicago dog is one of those exquisite, inimitable bites of food that never fails to satisfy.
Time to make the donuts. Or is that cronuts?