The Next Page Entry 51: Brownies with a twist

The Next Page Entry 51: Brownies with a twist


So, here’s the deal. I’ve been giving myself pep talks every day reminding myself that even though I’m not following the much-revered instructional schedule, it’s not as if I’m poisoning the kids’ minds. They’re still working with most of the expensive, bloated curriculum–it’s just that it seems it’s not a bad idea to mix things up…every day.

At the staff meeting, I brought some brownies that had tahini swirled in. I had decided earlier on oatmeal cookies, but this recipe looked too good to pass up, and I figured the chocolate stream would probably counteract anybody’s uncertainty about the tasted of sesame butter.
Mrs. Helm was extremely ‘on board’ with them. Mr. Taylor showed up at our table as well. Not sure if he knew I had treats or not. but there he was. I guess some people have a sixth sense about brownies. Anyway, I got the usual sneers from ‘the queens’ table [closest one to the exit…reserved for specific people, name cards not needed].
I couldn’t help but turn in their direction, lift a brownie just above eye level, drop it down to my mouth, and ceremoniously chomp down–my eyes rolling, my cheeks full. Probably not appreciated by the onlookers, but hey, you’ve gotta get through staff meetings somehow.
The Next Page Entry 31: Good lady, that Mrs. Helm

The Next Page Entry 31: Good lady, that Mrs. Helm

chocolate-chip cookies
Staff meeting. Interesting. I sat down and the two colleagues at the table found reason to move elsewhere. I kept my head down in the Austin Kleon book I was reading and busied myself by taking out my wheel book.

Then our librarian, Sally Helm, sat down by me. I didn’t expect her to be staying for the meeting, but figured she had some quick announcement for the staff. I pulled out my Joy of Cooking chocolate chip drop cookies [hold the extra tablespoon of flour, thank you very much] and, after pulling out a couple for Mr. Taylor, plopped them between us. I shot her a glance and a smile, then nodded toward the cookies. She dove in.

A few minutes later, we both eyed the last cookie. I nudged it toward her. She chuckled and, with her notebook, slid it back toward me. Kate Smalley leaned forward and hissed [that’s really the only word that fits here], “Would one of you two eat it?” I scooped up the cookie and napkin and underhanded it to her table.

Was happy Mrs. Nix hadn’t shown up yet. It would have been just like her to pull the ol’ “And Ms. Page, did you bring enough for everybody?’ line.

After the meeting ended, it hit me. Shirley was not on the meeting agenda, but there she still was.

“Did you sit here just for the cookies?” I asked her.

“I can’t think of a better reason,” she said.

But it hit me…when she sat by me, there was no hint of chocolate chip drop cookies.

A highlight of my day, that lady was.