Bean burritos versus steaks
Okay, so...money is tight. "Tell me something new" you say. Yes, yes, money is tight. So...
My daughter came to visit. The funny thing about poverty is that while I might trudge along with it as my constant companion, I don't exactly want to share it with anyone else. So daughter is coming and I want to serve something nice to eat...something besides the inevitable beans. Don't get me wrong, I like beans, but you know ... I wanted something nice to share.
For exactly this visit I have been
hiding things at the back of the freezer, namely walnuts, butter and steak.
Family visits have always meant a lot of cooking and eating...it is what we do best I guess. So for breakfast we had french omelettes - redolent in butter. Lunch: red potato soup with ham and cheese. Dinner was my piez de resistance: New york steaks (which I found for a crazy low price a while back), garlic'y mashed potatoes, corn, and carrot coins in vinegar and brown sugar. Dinner was (fingers to mouth) superb! My sons literally licked the plate.
And then we pushed the plates back and sat chatting. And my daughter said the funniest thing. She complimented the dinner and then "Funny, I was wondering if we were going to have burritos. The past couple of weeks I have been salivating over bean and cheese burritos. I made some but they never quite taste as good as yours." And that made me laugh. The absurdity of it all somehow hit me. She actually
likes my bean burritos. (hand to forehead)
I made her a lovely loaf of banana nut bread to take with her and ... I sent a tupperware full of refried beans and some homemade tortillas.
Tatiana and Armando
Adriana and Amarante
*Note: All laundry on the back of the couch is CLEAN.
