Last night, I made my first full meal completely on my own. And I'm not talking pasta with sauce out the jar. I'm talking chicken and rice and oil and oyster sauce and vegetables and the whole deal. Without cookbooks, the aid of my mother or my boyfriend, who's the domestic genius of us two.
It was wonderful. Now I just want to cook all the time. Too bad I have $0.83 to my name, otherwise I'd be able to go grocery shopping and cook all the time.
Also, I'm finally about half-way through La Frontera, and I've come to the Doug-like conclusion that Anzaldua is crazy but brilliant. I'll need a good four shots of espresso before I can tackle that book again today...
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