One year I made gender rolls.
Last year it was a cake to celebrate Shakespeare’s birthday.
Today, and with no small amount of help from The World’s Greatest Husband, the kids* got a cake to celebrate the last novel of the school year, The Lord of the Flies.
Poor Piggy. My neighbor, the art teacher, suggested making red velvet cakes to really capture the gore. I liked the juxtaposition of cute pink piggy and red cake.
The cake, if you’ll excuse the heavy-handedness of the pun, killed. I used THIS recipe. The buttercream is so good that I re-copied the recipe below. When a pack of ninth graders demand copies of a cake icing recipe? You know you’ve hit on a winner.
If only the novel were as simple as the biological response to eggs, sugar, flour, and butter.
We study not only William Golding’s ideas about man’s internal struggles with good and evil, but Maslow’s heirarchy of needs, Stanley Milgram’s experiments on obedience, and Philip Zimbardo’s prison work from Stanford.
I feel almost bad about what I do to their innocence by the end of this unit.
Hence. The cake.
*Kids = students, not actual came-outta-me offspring. Although the offspring got their own mini piggy cake compliments of their dad, who is a saint and made it for them while I was off doing god knows what else. Probably licking pink icing off my arm.
* before you make this, have someone in your house or neighborhood sign an oath that he/she will remove any extra frosting from your house immediately after preparation. Otherwise you run a real risk of calling in sick to work and hiding in the basement in your pajamas with your face in the bowl. And that would just be embarrassing. For all of us.
2 cups milk
2 cups (4 sticks) unsalted butter, softened
2 cups sugar
2 teaspoons vanilla extract










