it all started with a craving for fries. not like burger king fries, but like real Belgian fries (they are not French, people, they are Belgian!) they serve them on a cone of paper over here at little stands, but for some reason, whenever i went to buy them, they'd be out of fries. so i've stopped trying (the fact that i'm low on money has something to do with that as well...)
then it was broccoli. good old green broccoli.
then it was "elotes la purisima", or at least my version of it anyway-- corn, sour cream, hot sauce, lime, and salt. then it was conchitas con elote. i'm not even gonna try to translate that. my immediate family understands.
then, enchiladas. not the american kind, the real kind. this is because they cook something in the apartment building that smelled to me like enchiladas. i'm sure it wasn't, but it made me crave it.
today it was chicken. now you might say, CHICKEN! i'm sure they have chicken in france! but you see-- both of my housemates are pescaterian (vegetarians who eat fish). thus, every night we have some sort of fish (yesterday it was a salmon and white fish quiche).... and i have decided i miss chicken.
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no chicken??? oh man i'd throw a fit!
actually, today she fixed me a burger. my goodness, a burger never tasted so good. :)
i'd send you chicken if i could. hah.
Now I want fries, too. But I am glad you go a burger.
And thanks for the Absinthe stuff.
You know I love it. Van Gogh was the best!!!
Um, Stephen invented the highly entertaining "Pizza Dance" this weekend. You will have to make sure he performs it for you when you get back...HAHA! Right now, he has made it safely back to Boone, and I am feeling a little bit lonely and sad. I always miss the kids when they leave. :(
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