
Dear Mrs. Speller,
You taught me to love English. You helped to make me the stickler for spelling and punctuation I am today. You read us “The Lady of Shalott.”
You were, in some ways, old-fashioned. You made us take dictation and you named the class’s table groups after shipping companies. I remember the man from P & O gave me a sponge that increased in size from a few centimetres to huge proportions when it was put in the bath, much to the delighted amusement of my brother and I.
When I had been in New Zealand – and school – for only a year, and the kids in your – the higher – class seemed to be on some other plane of knowledge and sophistication, one of them lowered his voice and told me that you were a witch.
When I repeated it to her, Sarah Lamb’s mum told me “that’s not very noice”, but maybe you were one. I’m pretty sure that my English was still a bit wobbly when I entered Standard 1 but when I emerged from your class, newly minted and blinking in the sunlight I was as anew. You cast a spell that made me forever love words like “obfuscate” and “esurient” and loudly and without embarrassment point out examples of apostrophes in the wrong place.
You were my first real old-school school teacher – not like the kind pre-school teachers I’d had before, but someone who, at the time, I respected rather than loved. I suspect if I met you now, you’d be rather small and unassuming but when I was 7, you were like roast fennel. Something that grew on me, slowly and in the end had so much staying power I still think of you now, 22 years later.
Thanks for teaching me the rules, so I know how best to break them.
Can you find any spelling mistakes in this post?
Which teacher made a big impression on you?
Roast fennel
Another “not exactly a recipe,” rather a suggestion…I better be careful lest I lose whatever scrap of kitchen credibility I have – next time there will be at least 25 steps!
Preheat the oven to 180 degrees celsius (360 degrees fahrenheit).
Trim the bottom 1 or 2 cms of as many bulbs of fennel as you like. Trim also the green tops and save them if you’re so inclined, to flavour soups, stocks and stews (you can freeze them if you think you won’t get around to it before they rot). Peel off the outside layer if it looks a bit tough. Cut into quarters.
Place in a baking tray and rub with olive oil, pepper and salt. Bake until delicious looking and tender, probably about 20 minutes.































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damn it… I got emotional and I don’t even know the teacher!!!!!
ah…. good teachers who made us an impression… I only remember one teacher at junior high… he is the only and truly worth mentioning… history teacher… unlike any other teachers he actually made us THINK! he made me love history and books in general… I remember calling him the noble knight… he was a romantic… Mr. Pavlides. I will never forget him.
We’re lucky to have one desho?
yeah… one was enough..enough to not be entirely disappointed by the educational system.
Mrs. Speller? For real? Ahahaha.
Plain/plane…tis after midnight and I am bleary-eyed, so that’s all I could pick out.
Fennel! Haven’t had it in YEARS. My dad is a fan and would cook it just like this, but none of us liked it.
Thanks, will fix…Maybe if you try it now, you’ll like it. I didn’t but bought some because it was on special just to see and it was surprisingly mild and caramelly.
Awesome! My neighbor handed me a bulb of fennel from her garden last year and I had no idea what to do with it. Looks yummy!
You still have it? Wow! *jk*
I have just recently started cooking with fennel and I love it, especially the roast fennel.
You write very well and it’s great that your teacher made such a good impression upon you. I also had an English teacher who was my favorite and an aunt who gave me the love of English. Spelling looks fine to me!
Thank you, you’re very kind!
Any other ways you like to prepare fennel? I’d love to hear suggestions.
Teachers that made an impression…definitely Mr. Gerst. I think he fancied himself a sort of Robin Williams type teacher (in Dead Poets Society) and was always trying to shock us or “make us think”. He taught World History…and he would rent documentary videos on horrible incidents in history and freeze frame them. Then he would say stuff like, “You see that white streak on her face? I think that is a melted eyeball.” or “Look at her skin…those are burns, people.”
Jesus, sounds traumatising.
I’d love to wax nostalgic, but it seems were missing the forest for the trees here!
And the forest appears to be filled with some sort of Garbanzo bean or cherry tomato salad?
and a fish dish…with sliced pickled garlic?
Wha…?
In other words, the food around the Fennel looks delicious as well!
Awesome! I love it, especially the roast fennel.
I’m glad I’m getting such good feedback – I nearly didn’t post it!
The only teacher of note I ever had was Mr Sanderson, way back in form two. He was 6’4″, had red hair, an Edinburgh accent, and carried a shooting stick which he’d use as either a pointer for the blackboard or for hitting pupils (fair enough, too). He got into trouble towards the end of the year when he gave a speech compelling us to strive for greatness, including those who opted for a life of crime: “Don’t just steal a thousand dollars – steal a hundred thousand dollars!”. Popular rumour was that shoplifting rates around town shot up, such was the effect of his grand oratory! Quite the character :)
Ahahahaha! Hilarious, I must aim a bit higher in my life of crime too then – maybe I’ll go for holding up the bank rather than the dairy ;P (That’s “corner store” for non-Kiwis). I’ll also get myself some stockings of a higher denier for my head…On a more serious note – what did he whack you for?
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