Six-thirty in the morning and I awake to smell something cooking, but not the usual sweet smell. I made my way downstairs and opened the lid to find a brown ugly mess with a smell to match. The raspberries looked pale and mushy, the cream cheese was curdled and the bread looked overcooked with burned edges. I unplugged the unit, tucked it aside and turned to plan B, oven french toast with some Irish soda bread I had stashed away in the freezer. This time I chose to follow a recipe.
I felt fortunate that I had other ingredients available to save the day. Just like in my classroom, I had to make due with what I had to make the best of the situation. I am happy to say everything turned out fine thanks in part to being open and to being flexible!
Thank you to the authors of the Two Writing Teachers blog for hosting the Tuesday Slice of Life. I love this community of writers that can freely write and grow together.