How´s it going everybody!
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Today is the day when everyone here eats bread in the shape of kids and drinks warm blackberry juice. Falicidades.
I do have a funny food story, but it´s a little different today.
So we made our own lunch today, it being p-day. We didn´t have a huge variety of things, so I made white sauce to put over pasta and put some spaghetti on to boil. The last time that I made noodles, they were a little undercooked, but not much. They tasted alright to me, but Hna Zenteno said they were way undercooked. I thought that she was just exaggerating.
I checked the noodles and they were perfect. I was about to turn them off, and Hna Zenteno was like, no they have a little more time. Okay. Whatever. She likes her noodles a little softer. A few minute later, I checked again. A little mushy, but not unbarable. So I turned it off.
¨No! They still have a lot of time left.¨
What? I was like, no they are a little over cooked.
She says, ¨No they still lack a little.¨
Then I realized that sometimes, part of a different culture is the way they cook their noodles.
So I pulled half of them out for me and let the rest cook for a while. In the end, I tried one, just to see how she liked them.
Let´s just say that I prefer my noodles not in a mush.
And she said that they still needed to cook a little longer.
Then I remembered one time when someone made me noodles and I wanted to gag because they were so overcooked. And I realized that maybe in this world, some people like their noodles nice and mushy.
Yum.
I´m sorry that this isn´t a Spiritual experience or anything to uplift you all today, but it was in my head, so I shared it.
Buen provecho.
Love. Love. Love.
Hermana Cooper
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