Wednesday, March 25, 2009

More Cookies, Less Chicken and Soup

Lindsey and Laura brought my requested Peanut Butter Cookies from Mema. She sent them in a red plastic circle box with snow flakes on the side. She lined the bottom and between each layer with classified adds and bubble wrap. Mema bubble wrapped my PB cookies. I remember when people commented on her wrapping my coke can in foil to keep it cold. Mema knows what's up. There wasn't one broken cookie in that entire box..even though the lid popped opened in Laura's suitcase and crums got all over. I have never enjoyed PB cookies so much in my life. I'm sad because I only have 5 left. I have stretched them out from their arrival of March 17th to the present. I wish I could make those 5 last longer, but they'll be gone by Friday I'm sure.

Margarita's mom turned 80. I went across the street with Ximena to take candles and celebrate. Lucy, Margarita's sister from Germany, had me sit at the table across from Abulita. That is prime realestate, and it was given to me. I felt bad. Abulita offered me this and that and I took some habitas, but not chips, o my. I had cedrĂ´n tea, which tasted really sweet. I have no idea how the family is divided now. I can't figure it out. I'll have to have Camila help me or something. I talked to Rosario for a while when things were winding down. It was mainly me saying basic sentences or yes and no. She was really nice. I was thinking she was around my age, but then, when I asked who the boys were to her, she said the two older ones were hers. The oldest boy was probably 13 or 14. I didn't see that coming. I also think she is married to Tio Fernando. Didn't see that coming either. O well. It turned out all right.

I want to make a brief mention of the mutilation of chicken bones. The only person that I have ever seen prior to coming to Ecuador naw on the end of a bone is Nanny. She eats the meat off. It grossed me out because I can't even stand to eat the stringy pieces on a piece let alone work every bit off the ends. People here actually break the knobbley end off with their teeth and suck the marrow out or use a fork to get it out. There is only 1 particular person who does this everytime we eat, but I have seen others do it irregularly. I'll probably go back to being primarily vegetarian when I get home. I'll eat meat at other people's houses so they aren't put out, but when I do my own cooking, it'll be veg.

No more soup please. I'm still hatin'.

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