Thank you to those of you who mentioned donating herbs and spices to food banks. When you're broke it's hard to justify spending money on food items that won't fill you up. I had to use a food bank a few times and got given a jar of smoked paprika once. It made the meals I used it in feel like more than just survival food. I actually cried the first time I added it to my beans on toast!
Edited to say sorry, I don't mean to do a Jack-style poverty brag. Things are much better now.
My last school (so deprived that finding a single child in each class that wasn't Free School Meals/Pupil Premium and/or had SEN and/or was on at least the Safeguarding Monitor list was an event) was also around 85% BAME by the time I left.
My office was about 30 foot from the dinner hall - I had a constant stream of lads coming in and asking ever so politely if I would let them use my sea salt, black pepper pepper sauce and chilli flakes - they'd seen them on the shelf above my desk through the window and news spread fast.
They were great boys - I think I was old and fat enough for them to count me a suitable Auntie substitute, so during some lessons, such as textiles (which they all really enjoyed - there isn't the culture of 'sewing's for girls' and I was the rare person who could teach them to knit as well as spot the really good needlemanship on pieces), they'd all talk about food, recipes, which culture got Jolloff right - I declined to get involved in that one - their siblings, how tired their Mums were after a shift, all sorts of things. It may have helped that I'd co-taught units on Hip-Hop/Reggae/Funk and my specialism was the cultural context and impact of music, plus I was very clearly somebody who had grown up in the area and wasn't a posh woman trying to get down with the kids or easily offended.
But what I think opened those conversations up in the first was the knowledge I had seasonings to share. That and the face I pulled when I saw what passed for Peas and Rice from the canteen one day. 'What the - what on Earth is
that supposed to be? They aren't trying to tell you that's - no, they can't be?' [eyebrows up to hairline and strategic silence].