Today is the final four for college basketball. Syracuse (my alma mater) will play. I haven't been following them like I used to, but I'm excited to watch the game tonight. I decided this morning to make myself some special snacks. So far I've made arroz con leche and cooked some peanuts. The arroz con leche was the fanciest recipe I have ever used. It was like making risotto. I love risotto, but I can't say that in the matter of arroz con leche it was any better than the simple recipes. I probably won't do it that way again. I also have soy chips to fry as the time draws closer. I am going to make nachos with my homemade refried beans. I wish I knew others who would watch the game with me but it will still be fun. Especially when SU wins!!!
I am starting to realize how much I missed cooking. This week I have been cooking up a storm. I used to cook a lot in the US. I think when I first got here the food was unfamiliar and I didn't know how to make it. At the same time my friends didn't really like the kind of food that I cook. So I kind of shut down on cooking. That was a shame because cooking makes me happy.
Lately I have been cooking for myself. If others like it, then fine. But if they don't I am trying to be okay with that. The fact is, we have different cultures and backgrounds. We don't have to all like the same things.
Today one of the young ladies from the Denver team said she is looking into spending the summer in Tegucigalpa and helping out at the Breakfast Program. As long as she understands the dangers of living in "the most dangerous region on earth" and the precautions she will need to keep herself safe, it would be great to have the extra help
Last night at 11 pm, I realized I had not boiled the refried beans yet. Refried beans have to be boiled every day to keep them from going bad. I was tired and ready for bed, but at the same time I didn't want the beans to go bad so I boiled the beans. I should have let them cool longer, but I needed to go to bed. I don't know how Honduran women cook their beans every single day.
Someday I would like to get a real stove. One with burners that have temperatures other than "on" and "off". One that fits a cookie sheet in the oven. But in the meantime, I am having fun making do with what I have. There are so many ways that I am extremely blessed and living in luxury. I have no room to complain. Sometimes making do it part of life in Honduras.
Have I mentioned that motorcyclists wear snowmobile helmets and ski goggles? It cracks me up, but that is how they make do.
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