When Sandwiches Collide...
Ah, the taste of freedom. Nothing beats it.
Today was the last day of my winter session, and thus the first evening of a month-long vacation. My next class starts on March 2nd. Until then, I'm living in Seoul, rooming with another ETA, Ryan, and taking Korean language classes 4 days a week. Projects for Seoul: get to know the city, join a gym and get large and in charge, get to an intermediate level of Korean, try not to anally ravage my bank account.
But really, the central topic of the day is sandwiches. And when sandwiches collide... cultures dive for cover! Man, that would be a sick tagline for a movie.
For my final winter session class, I wanted to have a party to reward all my girls for their hard work. I did a fun activity earlier this week where I provided ingredients and a recipe for peanut butter, jelly, and banana sandwiches. The girls, working in pairs, had to construct a sandwich with one person blindfolded while the other read the instructions out loud.
The whole making plus eating combo turned out to be so fun that I decided for our party the students should write up recipes in English, bring in their own materials, and prepare the food in class while giving a sort of mock cooking show. And let me tell you, if there's any better way of abusing authority than forcing your subordinates to make you food, I don't know what it is.
One group of students decided to make ham and cheese sandwiches. Great! Simple, quick, and delicious. However, our familiar and presumably immutable concept of the ham and cheese sandwich comes with certain caveats in this here Republic:
1) There's ketchup.
Okay, that's not so bad right? Well, the girls ask me if I have any leftover peanut butter and jelly from the previous class. Sure enough I do, so I'm guessing "Cool. They're going to make PB&J's too. It's good to have variety." But then...
The sandwiches collided.
The maw of the earth opened and civilizations fell. The curtain of the tabernacle tore in two. Cthulu rose from the sea. And peanut butter and jelly fused with ketchup and mayonnaise in an unholy and unnatural union.
The ingredients of the sandwich, then, are as follows: Bread, ham, cheese, ketchup, mayonnaise, peanut butter, grape jelly. It honestly wasn't half bad, but really strange. Like the spirit of two sandwiches had possessed the body of a single sandwich. My brain desperately tried to make sense of what my body was ingesting and a sense of vertigo accompanied the rapidly shifting form of its conclusions in my mouth.
Alright, I'm taking this one too far, I know. Here are some pictures from class. I hope you're ready for cuteness.
Today was the last day of my winter session, and thus the first evening of a month-long vacation. My next class starts on March 2nd. Until then, I'm living in Seoul, rooming with another ETA, Ryan, and taking Korean language classes 4 days a week. Projects for Seoul: get to know the city, join a gym and get large and in charge, get to an intermediate level of Korean, try not to anally ravage my bank account.
But really, the central topic of the day is sandwiches. And when sandwiches collide... cultures dive for cover! Man, that would be a sick tagline for a movie.
For my final winter session class, I wanted to have a party to reward all my girls for their hard work. I did a fun activity earlier this week where I provided ingredients and a recipe for peanut butter, jelly, and banana sandwiches. The girls, working in pairs, had to construct a sandwich with one person blindfolded while the other read the instructions out loud.
The whole making plus eating combo turned out to be so fun that I decided for our party the students should write up recipes in English, bring in their own materials, and prepare the food in class while giving a sort of mock cooking show. And let me tell you, if there's any better way of abusing authority than forcing your subordinates to make you food, I don't know what it is.One group of students decided to make ham and cheese sandwiches. Great! Simple, quick, and delicious. However, our familiar and presumably immutable concept of the ham and cheese sandwich comes with certain caveats in this here Republic:
1) There's ketchup.
Okay, that's not so bad right? Well, the girls ask me if I have any leftover peanut butter and jelly from the previous class. Sure enough I do, so I'm guessing "Cool. They're going to make PB&J's too. It's good to have variety." But then...
The sandwiches collided.
The maw of the earth opened and civilizations fell. The curtain of the tabernacle tore in two. Cthulu rose from the sea. And peanut butter and jelly fused with ketchup and mayonnaise in an unholy and unnatural union.
The ingredients of the sandwich, then, are as follows: Bread, ham, cheese, ketchup, mayonnaise, peanut butter, grape jelly. It honestly wasn't half bad, but really strange. Like the spirit of two sandwiches had possessed the body of a single sandwich. My brain desperately tried to make sense of what my body was ingesting and a sense of vertigo accompanied the rapidly shifting form of its conclusions in my mouth.
Alright, I'm taking this one too far, I know. Here are some pictures from class. I hope you're ready for cuteness.
posted by Uzura at 5:05 AM
1 Comments:
i like the last photo the best by faaaaar.
what the heck is "cthulu"? did you just make that up? because i looked it up and it wasn't in the dictionary.
and yeah, what a great idea, getting your students to make you food. you're smarter than i thought! jk lol.
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