This August, though, it was hard to muster the same anticipation that accompanied me other years. First of all, a serious illness visited my family. Then, I encountered a situation at work where I felt as if I had been taken advantage of and exploited. This last piece of news especially battered my already vulnerable soul. The memories of the past two years in which I had devoted myself to the workplace and made an unwavering commitment to its students tumbled inside me in jumbled expressions of shock and incredulity. My first emotion was an anger so jagged and sharp it reminded me of a crude dagger, piercing my inside every time I thought of how my hard work went unappreciated by the administration of the place. Later, this anger deflated into a hollow emptiness as my fond recollections of the workplace became tainted and my future smudged into a fuzzy mess as I debated demanding more respect from these administrators or silently remaining at work there in order to support my family and my upcoming marriage. I am still struggling to think of this place without any bitterness, and I hope that this bitterness will evaporate enough in the coming weeks so that when I go back to work I can focus on those who matter the most: my students.
One day about a week after this news, I was inside a Marshall's with my mother when I saw a shelf of Halloween decorations. Since Halloween is still two months away, the shelf barely reached around a whole wall, but it was still full of sparkly iron outlines of black cats, soft witch dolls clad in gingham rags, burnt orange ceramic pumpkins, and wooden "Welcome" signs emblazoned with drawings of blowing leaves. As I glanced at these decorations, that familiar excitement I usually felt as summer turns to fall returned, spreading inside me like warm coals. No matter how disappointing things may seem, this autumn will still be laden with good food to bake and wonderful holidays to celebrate with my loved ones. And at this transitional stage, I couldn't deny the joys of summer either, like berry desserts and superheroes streaking across the big screen. So I decided to make a Mixed Berry Strata from my favorite chef, Giada De Laurentiis, and couple it with Dan's essays on superhero films. Good food and memories are my X-Men and Captain Americas, shining like a ray of hope no matter what life throws at me.
Dan's Superhero Essay
Almost from inception, superheroes have coincided with times of national anguish. The ones that have lasted long enough to become icons, transcending their early comic origins into movies, TV series, and collectibles, ask fundamental questions that touch every generation fighting its own demons.
Society has
a need, not just a desire, for superheroes. It’s shortsighted, I think, to
dismiss this need for caped crusaders as mere escapism offering easy answers to
complex problems. It’s true that part of the exhilaration of watching Superman
defeat evil lies in the fantastical impossibility of the situation. Why can’t
life really work that way? But the good superhero arcs touch upon very real
problems and have the ability to teach us more about the real world, if only
because the real world was able to think of such a world as theirs.
Batman may
be the most human of all, even when soaring in his dark pointy suit. It’s no
coincidence he first appeared in print in 1939, the Depression still very much
a reality for millions of Americans. Economic downturns create crime and the
gangsters of the 1930s have not been forgotten. No city touched by Bonnie &
Clyde or John Dillinger would refuse the presence of a masked vigilante. It’s
precisely Batman’s dark nature, though, that makes him so accessible a hero.
Like thousands of Americans fed up with fedora wearing hoods, Batman grew
impatient with law enforcement. It was now time to take matters into his own
hands. The irony is, of course, that Batman himself works outside the law and
in apprehending criminals, only breaks the law further.
By
contrast, Spider-Man connects more strongly with a specific demographic. After
all, Spidey’s human self is none other than Peter Parker, one of any lonely
misunderstood high school boys. In part, Spider-Man has endured because his
story would be the fulfillment of the wish of any teenager: by a freak chance (like being bitten by a spider), gain popularity, impress the pretty girl you were always too awkward to approach, and look pretty darn cool.
If Batman
was a product of a nation down on the economic slumps, Iron Man fills a void
for a new generation facing many of the same problems and a new threat from
overseas. Tony Stark is the 1% on steroids, that’s for sure. But what really
struck a human chord for me in the first Iron
Man was his pivotal point. While in Afghanistan
introducing the troops to new technology, he is captured and held prisoner in a
remote cave. There he begins building with scrap metal, giving birth to his
McDonald’s colored alter ego. The moment Stark becomes Iron Man his wealth and
financial power becomes used for the common good. His transformation into Iron
Man is, then, not only a physical one, but a spiritual one as well. He is
useful now to a nation that badly needs him.
The current
tradition of superhero movies for the summer started with Spider-Man in 2002. Sure, the movie was in production before the
attacks of September 11th, but its release during a time of national
healing undoubtedly helped it resonate stronger. The following years brought us
more fear with the war in Iraq
and the recession of 2008. Sure enough, Batman and Iron Man became the buzz in
movies. There is then one promise of superhero movies that becomes true even in
the real world. They are there when we need them.
Thanks, Dan. As for me, I am counting down until September 25th so I can get my hands on a The Avengers DVD!
This berry strata is so good. It comes from Giada's Everyday Italian show, and it tastes like a creamy bread pudding. The ricotta adds extra decadence. Its red, white, and blue color scheme can remind you of any superhero, from Superman to Captain America. Giada never fails me, and this is yet another recipe I consider a keeper!
Mixed-Berry Strata
Adapted from Everyday Italian
Ingredients:
- 2 Tbsp. butter
- 3 Tbsp. honey
- 4 large eggs
- 1/2 cup ricotta (use low-fat for less calories)
- 3 Tbsp. sugar
- 1 cup milk (use skim for less calories)
- 1/4 cup orange juice
- 4 slices of day-old French bread, torn into about 4 cups of small-to-medium-sized pieces
- 1 10-oz bag frozen mixed berries, thawed and drained
1) Melt butter in microwave. Add honey to the melted butter, and stir to combine.
2) In a large bowl, combine the eggs, ricotta and sugar. Use a fork, beat the eggs and combine with mixture. Add the milk, orange juice, butter-and-honey mixture, and bread. Stir to combine. Gently fold in the berries.
3) Place the ingredients in a 10-in. round baking dish. Cover with plastic wrap and refrigerate for 2 hours.
4) Preheat the oven to 350 degrees Fahrenheit. Bake until the strata is golden on top and cooked through, about 40 minutes. Let stand for 5 minutes to cool before serving. Use a spoon to serve it in messy, yummy heaps.
Next Week: I'm currently catching up on the awesome Game of Thrones TV show, so I want to do something with a medieval theme. I'm definitely thinking of The Adventures of Robin Hood (1938 version with Errol Flynn) as the movie, and an apple pie or cake for the dessert!
