Foods 11 – February Lab Reflection

I chose to reflect on the Apple Strüdel lab because it was my favourite lab to make this month. Doing a lab in pairs was good to work on our groups time management as we all tried to be done around the same time.  I enjoyed doing this lab because I found braiding the dough a slightly complicated but fun task. I liked this lab because it was generally simple as not much ingredients went into making it but it still turned out very tasty and very flavourful. After braiding the dough and putting the strüdel in the oven i was expecting the dough to have broken apart in the oven, but Reman and I were very happy that the strüdel turned out as it did. The main reason I believe that the braids stayed together is because Reman and I worked together to stretch the dough and glue it down with water. I think our group worked well together in pairs as well as in one unit. Reman and I make a very good pair and we would help the other people in our group whenever they would need it. Our group is always good with time management as we tend to be some of the first done. We start to do the dishes as soon as we can so we don’t feel rushed to finish the dishes right before the bell goes. If I were to do this lab again I would be more careful with the dough and not handle it too much because we had a harder time rolling the dough out into a thin sheet. We were still able to do it correctly but if we had handled the dough less the strüdel could have possibly turned out even better.

My Social Justice Poem

Hope
by Holly Coughlan

Hurt.
I felt it when my parents said they don’t accept me.
When they kicked me out of the house at age 16 to fend for myself.
Hurt, that slowly ate away at my already vulnerable confidence.
As I walked down the halls watching eyes look me up and down like a wild animal watching its prey.
I felt it.
Hurt.

Fear.
I felt it for the first time as I pressed the buzzer to my grandmas apartment.
Fear, that she would throw me out to the rats just as my parents did.
Fear, we’ve been attached at the hip ever since.

Love.
I felt it for the first time since I was young.
Love, I feel my spine tingle with excitement every time I look at her.
Love, I’m overwhelmed by it as I hear my children say ‘what would we do without you mom’.

Hope.
I feel it when I think about the future.
Hope, that my children will grow up knowing how it feels not to be neglected.
Hope, that my parents opinions will one day be corrected.
Hope, that one day I will finally be accepted.