So it's been a while. That I've written in here anyways. I look at this site almost everyday, keep up with the blogs I follow and such, but I haven't done much Ina. so I don't have much to say about my cooking experiences. The past three days alone I've cooked a lot, yesterday was a bigger cooking day since I teamed up with my brother and sister in law who live about an hour away and we made tamales using my mommy's recipe. I think they were okay, but still not as good as hers. I think the secret is in her homemade chicken stock, that stuff is so amazing, my taste buds can't look past it. Everyone else said they liked them and happily ate them as we watched How to Train Your Dragon, which was adorable although a little darker than I thought it would be at the end. It was cute. Vikings and dragons unite!!! Haha.
And tonight I made what Kevin called a "fancy goulash" haha. It was just his normal goulash with a little kick, well, more like celery, bell peppers, sauted garlic and onions as a base, slightly over-browned ground turkey, and lots and lots of spices. I can understand why explorer's traveled for spices so greedily. I used to think it was a bunch of lies, well, there must have been alterior motives, but still, a world without spices is just bland. =] I love, love, love having lots of flavors in my food, the more complex the better! Oooh, that brings me to my recent sushi-attacks. Oh my goodness. I have not craved sushi harder than I have the past three days. I have described those delicious little spicy dragon rolls to the point where my mouth watered and Kevin had to shake his head sadly at me for thinking so hard about something I just can't get. I mean there are sushi places here (who knows how the fish quality is), but I think it's more of the home experience that I miss. I want to go to sushi with people I love (Kevin doesn't eat seafood, so he can't really go to a sushi restaurant without me feeling guilty for making him sit in a place where everything around him will gross him out), so the idea of going to sushi in my current loner-Coloradoan state doesn't seem too appealing. So instead i've been mercilessly craving it, and I had to give in and have some from the little to-go trays in Whole Foods (ew, I can't believe I just advertised that over-rated store. Although have you tried their leaf-shaped chocolates? They're like crack!). So my sushi-need is very closely attached to my homesickness which has been looming like a sneaky little kid while I play in the sandbox of newlywed joy. Oh well, Christmas isn't that far away. Mid-December we'll be going back to my good old Cali and I cannot wait =] I want sushi, and some time with people I miss and I just wanna have friends that I can actually hug and stare at as they talk. =] I don't know how much I like people here.
Oh, that brings me to another things that happened over the last few days: so it was Wednesday night. I was sleeping, having the most beautiful, and well choreographed dream ever, when the music in my dream just wouldn't end, so the people were all breaking the fourth wall and looking around nervously, so I finally woke up and realized that I was still hearing loud music in my apartment. Apparently the downstairs neighbors thought that it was okay to blast music, at 2 in the morning, with their window wide open while they played videogames in the living room. I psychotically got dressed after listening to all ten remixes of the same song, followed by crazy mixes of techno music, and was looking for my flip flops when Kevin got up and decided to come down with me. So downstairs we marched, and he knocked and they didn't immediately open the door so I went latina-crazy and looked in through their open window and, much more politely than I had intended, asked them to turn down the music, the tall but lanky kid looking back at me had said he turned it off and that he was sorry. I kind of wanted to laugh then and there, but realized that would throw off my disgruntled neighbor front. So I said Thank You and went back upstairs. Once I had shed my clothes and jumped back into bed I realized that I had actually told neighbors to be quiet. I was so proud of me! I usually give people multiple chances, but something about getting a dream ruined just wasn't gonna let this slide. I guess I've been having too many nightmares to let my few dreams get away. =] So yes. I am officially a badass. Self-proclaimed, neighbor-scolding badass. Very proud. The girl from downstairs even ran into me on the stairs today and she smiled, without looking scared or sarcastic, more like a "Sorry we're such dickheads, we were just a little too stoned to know what time it was," (hey, it's Boulder).
Oh and on friday night Kevin and I went to this laser light show at the planetarium set to the music of The Beatles. It was good although they didn't let me bob around and giggle while softly singing "I wanna hold your haaand" to myself. Very dissapointing, but still nice. Although I told Kevin that perhaps a bit of a natural help *wink wink* would have made the experience a little more psychedelic. Maybe next time. Okay, snacks are calling me. Goodnight.
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