So today was Dip Day. Last week, sandwiched in between Roscoe’s and Homecoming Assembly, there were just too many distractions for Dip Day to happen. Not the case today.
There were many options, ranging from sour cream, to simple dips, to salsas, to fruit dip (I was an idiot and ate the fruit, not knowing there was a dip for it), to some bean/chorizo/cheese goodness, to taco dip, to guacamole, clam dip, huancaina (it’s Peruvian and served with papa), and spinach artichoke dip which resembled a casserole and was eaten quickly. Some were family recipes, some were just favorites, others were cultural.
Students signed up for this, brought everything necessary, and served themselves. They hung out, talked to one another, asked questions about the dips, finished the dips, had tons of chips left over because they came prepared, and acted like normal folk do when normal folk eat dips.
When it was time for the bell to ring, there was not much clean-up to be done because the dips were eaten and students had already been walking around the room, collecting other students’ trash, and making sure the room was left in good condition.
Oh, there were also poetry presentations during the same period, complete with students memorizing the poems and acting them out accordingly. Both were fun times, but they’ll remember dip day before they remember daffodils in “I Wandered Lonely As a Cloud.”
Hey, perhaps even Wordsworth would have found his “daffodils” in Dip Day.