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Baby boom at work, K and K had a baby already. Q is over a year old.
Teaching is finished; life is excellent. I'll be blogging from France soon.
I said "hi" to the putanginaneighbor today at the mailbox. I hope she gets acne.
I'm obsessed with a song called "Palabras blancas" by Ojos de brujo.
I made a tortilla espanola today. I used a lot of pepper, probably too much, and red potatoes, which is a mistake. Next time I will use regular ol' russett potatoes. Here's the recipe:
Cook diced onions and potatoes in a big, nonstick omelette pan over medium low. Season with kosher salt and fresh cracked pepper. When potatoes are cooked tender, drop in scrambled eggs (two or three per potato). Try to distribute potato/onions evenly within the eggs so that your tortilla is reasonably smooth disk (rather than lumpy and uneven). Cover and cook over low until it's mostly set up; then flip and cook other side.
The thicker the tortilla, the more impressive it is. Also, it should be slightly runny in the center. Finally, it is served at room temperature, so let it cool before you cube it up.
Americans never get it when you tell them about a tortilla espanola, especially the when you tell them it's supposed to be room temperature. That's ethnocentrism. When these same Americans go to Spain and have it as tapas, they totally get it.
I will post a photo later. My goodness, what a boring entry!
2 comments:
i don't think it's boring.
anyway, where in france are you going? wish i could join you.
today, when stupid matt lauer was hosting that crappy 'greatest americans' crapfest tv show, they flashed a picture of some old fart, audie murphy.
i said, who the hell is audie murphy?
my roomie looked at me like i'd said, who's god?
i said to her, well, you don't know who angela davis is!
and then she said, why should i know who some angry feminist is?
and i swear to god, i got so angry i couldn't say anything. i love her. she's my best friend, like a sister to me. but i keep forgetting she's white.
talk about ethnocentrism.
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