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Food

and warmth

sunny -31 °F

Just to put this blog in perspective, when we ran out of propane (two days ago), I had to ask Claire if you could microwave hamburger.

Most of you know that eating is not one of my strong points, but it is not my finickiness that is getting in the way. I love the food here when I eat out or go to the school cafeteria. However, this makes me sick for most of the day, and then whatever I ate runs right through me. On my first night when Marcos and Alyssa took me out, Marcos ordered a huge spread: all of it was delicious. In the cafeteria each person picks what he or she wants to eat and it is cooked right there on the spot. It will be interesting to see what happens on Monday. Alyssa said that there is no grab and go. Picking what you want in the cafe if you do not have a translator is also interesting, but I have always gotten something good. The three other women whom I live with (to be described later) and I found a great place around the corner. Of course, we get hungry at five or six, so no one is there. Most people here eat late. One night I ordered fajitas and I got a delicious bean soup (yes, I ate beans), seasoned chicken, with tortillas on the side, and LOADS of guacamole. It was so good that I could not eat it all. I waddled home with a doggie bag and ate it the next day (double sick). When I do not eat out, I eat a lot of mangoes, gross salad, Wonder bread, and warm bananas.

Food shopping has always overwhelmed me. I spend most of the time looking at things, learning the words, watching people, and trying to identify mystery food. The produce section is iffy. SO I leave with mangoes, Wonder Bread, and warm bananas. The last time I went, I found some awesome biscuits (skip this part if I already wrote about it). It is important to remember that other than in the American School, it is rare to find someone who speaks ingles at all. When you buy bread here, you have to get some tongs and a big platter, select what you want, take it to the baker, and he or she will price it for you. This time the baker asked me something in Spanish, and, as usual, I had NO idea what she was saying. She asked me again and I responded in my Pimsleur language tape espanol: No Entiendo. She went to the oven, pulled out five freshly baked biscuits, gave me the bag, and told me to wrap my hands around it. Warmth is everywhere in Mexico.

Solutions: Prey that the propane truck rolls around sometime this week. Continue eating lunch at school, so that I get a solid and satisfying meal. AND today Carol and I are going to the real market. Perhaps my stomach will adjust to this adventure. Perhaps, I will adjust to getting sick. Either way it is an adventure.

Posted by Tampicoandlisa 06:33 Archived in Mexico Tagged food

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