I BAKE pumpkin pies and bring them to class as a treat for the refugees.
I hoped to snap a picture of them eating the pie, but decided to skip it. I try to stay mindful about taking pictures. I don’t want them to feel as if they are on display and a curiosity. I don’t wish to increase their stress. Learning English is stressful enough!
They all JUMPED when the white cream first spurted from the can. Then they ooo-ed and ahhhh-ed. I thought they’d have fun trying it out, putting as much or as little as they liked on their slices of pie. My children always found that very empowering, to be handed the Reddi-Wip, to be entrusted with it!
But no. They were a little afraid of it.
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We’ve been talking about foods we like and don’t like. A lady who said she didn’t like pumpkin ate the most pie of all.
“I change my mind,” she says. Don’t we all when a little sugar is stirred in? I am afraid of teaching them some bad American eating habits, but we all have our role to play and I can’t have them going through life here in the United States without knowing about pumpkin pie.
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Class is quite full. Three new students this week. More are coming.
When I first signed on, I heard this about the makeup of the class and which countries would be represented: “Pay attention to the news. Wherever the trouble spot in the world is one year, we begin to see them here the next.” That’s proven true.
I can’t imagine the journeys these people have made, what they’ve been through, who/what they left behind and the myriad of unknowns that are ever in front of them. Most of them have seen things they cannot unsee. I hope pie and Reddi-Wip plays a small part in balancing things out.