Hello World. It’s me. I’m BACK!
I thought I’d give an update on my status as of late. It’s been awhile and I’ve missed you, this blog, writing, sharing my recipes and most importantly cooking. Don’t get me wrong I have been throwing down, as my Mamaw would say, in the kitchen just not as much as I’d like to. This has been one of the craziest, busiest, most exciting times in my life and I still can’t believe some of the things that have happened over these past few months.
On days like this, when it’s cloudy and cold, I wish I had a magic Genie that could grant me three wishes. I don’t even need all three, I really just want one. Take me back to Barcelona, Spain. I traveled throughout Europe last summer, and Barcelona was one of my favorite cities. For one, I speak the language, well at least Spanglish, and two it’s the perfect mixture of an urban city and seaside town. I live right outside of Washington, D.C. so that description can technically describe my area as well, but what makes Barcelona completely different is its atmosphere. The culture is so unbelievably rich, filled with music, theatre, and some of the most beautiful architecture I’ve ever seen.
In fact, I dedicated an entire day, I named it my Gaudí Day, to the work of one of, if not the most influential Architects in Barcelona, Antoni Gaudí. His work is so amazingly detailed that I could barely capture the beauty of his art in one single shot.
I started my day at la Casa Batlló, a house situated on the famous Passeig de Gràcia, constructed for the Batlló family. As I walked through the house I couldn’t help but notice all of its intricate detail, like for instance the beautiful blue walls that led up to the roof. He framed the glass barriers around the stairs, so that at any given point it would give the appearance of moving water. I still cannot believe that a family lived in this house, as it is like stepping into a fantasy world. Continue reading
My Mother was an amazing cook. She loved trying new recipes, and tasting new dishes. Especially the Salvadorean cuisines my Father’s family cooked for her. However, there was one food that she loved, but could never quite master. That dish is what I affectionately call her elusive tortilla. She was always on the hunt, trying to figure out how to make these little “flatbreads”. She bought presses, asked coworkers, badgered random people on the street, can you say embarrassing for me and my sister, but ultimately she never learned how to make tortillas. So, I figured, I would pick up where she left off, besides going up to random people on the street, I also wanted to learn how to make these treats.
With Valentine’s Day only a week away, I thought I’d give some advice on how to get your significant other to pop the question, propose, or my personal favorite, thanks to Beyonce, put a ring on it. I’ve been giving it a lot of thought lately because of a couple I met at my company’s holiday party this past December. As Mr. Donut and I were getting to know Jim and Debi, they asked us how long we had been dating? I dread this question because once we tell people how long we’ve been together, it is immediately followed by why haven’t you guys gotten married yet? Don’t you want to get married? What’s the hold up? What people don’t realize is when you’ve been with someone since you were a teenager, eight years really isn’t a long time. Regardless, I hate to lie, so I told them the truth, eight years. To that we got the expected confused head tilt to the side, and then, “You’re not married yet?” To that we responded with our usual statement of, no not yet, it will probably happen one day, just not right now.
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