There are so many things I love about being a teacher, but one thing I really dislike about teaching is the fact that I am always getting sick. It doesn’t seem to matter what it is that’s going around–I usually get something at some point. When I first started teaching, many of the veteran teachers would tell me that I’d be sick constantly my first few years, until I built up more of a resistance in my body, and then, years down the road, when cold and flu season would hit, I would basically be immune. I held onto that “truth” the first three years teaching. Now, almost a decade later, I wonder why I desperately believed it. I get at least three colds a year, despite being updated on my flu shots, (you know, just in case), constantly washing my hands and use Purell hand sanitizer like it’s nobody’s business, and telling all my sick students to not get near me. However, all my efforts have proved to be futile, as now, in spring, I have the dreaded cold.
It also doesn’t help that I live with two other people, so usually if one person catches something, others are bound to get it too. All that to say that I have been battling this stupid cold all of last week and spent much of this afternoon resting on the couch, so I am sorry for the longer absence. I blame my students.
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On Sunday, my husband ran the Portland Marathon. He’d been training with his friend Cody for quite some time. My college roommate and good friend, Katie (who just happens to be Cody’s wife) and I watched them in the drizzle and tracked their progress on-line. When it was over, both boys could hardly walk. Katie and I had a good chuckle watching them limp back to the car. We told them they looked like the walking invalids and should proudly display their race shirt and bib so people didn’t look at us funny. I’m sure they made a good comment under their breath, but we were laughing too hard to hear them. I suppose I’d look like death warmed over if I ran 26.2 miles too. That’s why I’m smart and don’t do things like that.
That’s also why I make yummy food to keep my boy going. You know, to fuel the fire that keeps him running 4+ hours on Saturday mornings, and paying large sums of money to run on pavement. But that’s okay. All joking aside, he has his hobby and I was glad that I could be out in the rain cheering him on. (I was so proud of him!) Katie and I had a great time, and even took a nice little break in the middle of their run for some Starbucks mochas. Ahhh, gotta love Starbucks. Continue reading
Saying the name of this sweet is a mouthful! But it is such a good, cool, summer dessert, that the long name makes up for it. This ice box dessert is nice because you can make it as homemade as you like, or as simple or complex as you like. If you’re running short on time, you can pick up a box of pudding mix and some pound cake at the store and still have this dessert taste yummy. The other thing I like about this dessert is that you can put it in the fridge overnight. The pound cake won’t get too soggy. (I know that because I tested it with my grandma and mom today. I brought them over a jar and we all had a little bit, and the pound cake was still dense, like a good pound cake should be.)
You will need pound cake, either homemade (my favorite is a cream cheese pound cake from the book Sticky, Chewy, Messy, Gooey–that is the pound cake in the pictures) or store-bought, strawberries, white chocolate chips, and custard (or vanilla pudding). And some mason jars to layer the treats in.
Take a round cutter and cut down into the pound cake to creat circles close to the circumference of the Mason jars. Continue reading