
Teacher Appreciation Week has come to its end. Thanks to the efforts of the high school’s parents and students, I was treated to yummy goodies for the past days. (The Greek-inspired, catered lunch was a stand-out.) It never hurts to make a positive fuss over teachers and staff members.
I have been doing some reflecting this week.
I stand in awe of all those who were my teachers so many years ago. I stand in awe of all those who contributed to the education of my three children. And I stand in awe–and fervent admiration– of all my co-workers over the past ten years, because the profession of teaching has undoubtedly become more challenging than ever. (And is “profession” even the right word here? Perhaps “passion” or “calling” is better, based on the people I know. No one’s in it for the money, or the glory.)
I am weary, this Friday afternoon, but I am grateful for my colleagues over the past decade. I am going to miss working with them. I hope each and every one felt a little bit more appreciated this week.
Wet the rim of a margarita glass with a lemon wedge and then dip into smoked salt. In a shaker half-filled with ice, combine 1 ounce mezcal, 1/2 ounce simple syrup, and 1/2 ounce lemon juice. Shake and strain into the glass. Add about 3-4 ounces of chilled hard apple cider, until the glass is full. (I used Schilling’s Local Legend, a semi-sweet cider made by Daughter’s former employer in Washington State.)

