It is now after 2am and I am just getting ready to go to bed. The turkey is in the sink with cold water. The camote is on the stove slowly cooking away. The kitchen living room and bedrooms are all spotless. And I am officially ready to sleep and wake up to preparing my first thanksgiving dinner. The most experienced of us will make the turkey and gravy and stuffing, I will make all the other stuff that goes with it, and Kathleen will be making Velveeta with cheese (she says she has it every year) , Timothy has rice-a-roni so I’m not going to comment on that. . . I’m excited. Since we are not willing to pay (actually because we can’t afford it) about $100 dollars a day to go home for thanksgiving we are excited to be here.
On another note but also about cooking. I have since being here learned to make sopa, frijoles, and other essentials plus breaded chicken. Today was a special day. After 4 failed attempts over about 7 days, I have finally mastered the art of making flour tortillas. They were perfect. Ok, so beginner perfect, but perfect nonetheless, especially considering I was using a cup instead of a rolling pin. I was so excited. As you have probably guessed by now, I did not do much cooking at home, my younger sister did. I feel very accomplished.
On the academic side, things are going really well. I really wish I could take three classes every semester but that would mean staying here until the fall of ‘09. That I do not like, so I will just work really hard at balancing out the difficulty/workload/essays for the four or five classes I choose each semester. It will be okay but definitely not as great as this. I am not stressed out everyday, except during essay writing. And I’ve never been stressed by exam time/studying, I actually find that less stressful than regular class time/assignments. I also have time to have fun without feeling guilty about not studying. That I love.
Anyway, I must go to bed now. It is now about 2:30 am. And I’m tired. And getting hungry (cause I’ve been awake so long).
