It was an election day here in Bolivia which means they shut the country down. Until 6 PM you're not allowed to drive anywhere and everything is closed anyhow so even if you could drive there's no where to go. It's nice actually...it makes for a very relaxing day.
So...I decided to cook a big roast for Sunday lunch since we were all around. I went shopping in the market Saturday and found myself a chunck of beef (4 kilos) and some nice big potatoes to cook (the boys always buy these sad, little potatoes. I'm a Saskatchewan farm boy. If you're gonna buy a potato...buy a freaking potato. The ones I bought were huge! Ten of them filled a shopping bag! They made me happy.).
Where was I? Oh yea...the market. I had a fun time. It's our big fruit and vegetable market (it's like Walmart for produce). I don't go there all that often...it's too far away. But it was fun to check it out and wander around and act like I knew what I was doing (I did actually. Farm boy...remember?)
Last night I pulled out our slow cooker to get everything ready, only to discover that somebody broke it. Insert moment of grumpiness for Ken. Not all the guys in the house are great with the taking care of things. Poor Roberto was there with me and had to take the brunt of my unhappiness. He'll get over it. At any rate, it meant a quick phone call to mom to find out how one cooks a ten pound roast the old fashioned way. It's pretty easy as it turns out. She under estimated the time a little (by an hour and a half...which made for some hungry guys when we eventually did eat), but it was all good.
AND...after all my whining on Facebook last week, tonight I got my Thanksgiving turkey. My friend Corina's aunt and uncle are here from Canada and they cooked us a big feast. Seriously...amazing. I walked into the kitchen and I couldn't believe that there were more than three different things on the counter and non of it had been deep fried.
My mom'll be happy when she reads this. The whole family was together on the farm this Thanksgiving (there's a lot of us)...except me. I made some sad comment about not getting any turkey this year and my sister wrote back, "You just made mom cry." (I didn't really...). But she'll be happy for me non-the-less. She's a good mom and she's happy when her boys get good eats.
The only sad moment today was when I was driving home. Corina made me a take home pumpkin pie and I had it sitting on the centre console between the seats. Somehow I thought that was a good idea. The first corner I went around it slid onto my lap. Well...it would have if I hadn't caught by pinning it to the console with my elbow. In the pie.
On the upside, the pie survived (mostly) and I got to lick my shirt sleeve off all the way home. So...bonus.
And finally (this is really long for a day when nothing much happened)...the sun came out today. It's been raining for a week. Which is weird 'cause this is our dry season. None of us are complaining mind you. It's a nice break from the 40 C days of the two weeks before. I just kept rewashing the clothes in my washing machine every day until the sun came out.
And that was my day...
The promised picture.
So...I decided to cook a big roast for Sunday lunch since we were all around. I went shopping in the market Saturday and found myself a chunck of beef (4 kilos) and some nice big potatoes to cook (the boys always buy these sad, little potatoes. I'm a Saskatchewan farm boy. If you're gonna buy a potato...buy a freaking potato. The ones I bought were huge! Ten of them filled a shopping bag! They made me happy.).
Where was I? Oh yea...the market. I had a fun time. It's our big fruit and vegetable market (it's like Walmart for produce). I don't go there all that often...it's too far away. But it was fun to check it out and wander around and act like I knew what I was doing (I did actually. Farm boy...remember?)
Last night I pulled out our slow cooker to get everything ready, only to discover that somebody broke it. Insert moment of grumpiness for Ken. Not all the guys in the house are great with the taking care of things. Poor Roberto was there with me and had to take the brunt of my unhappiness. He'll get over it. At any rate, it meant a quick phone call to mom to find out how one cooks a ten pound roast the old fashioned way. It's pretty easy as it turns out. She under estimated the time a little (by an hour and a half...which made for some hungry guys when we eventually did eat), but it was all good.
AND...after all my whining on Facebook last week, tonight I got my Thanksgiving turkey. My friend Corina's aunt and uncle are here from Canada and they cooked us a big feast. Seriously...amazing. I walked into the kitchen and I couldn't believe that there were more than three different things on the counter and non of it had been deep fried.
My mom'll be happy when she reads this. The whole family was together on the farm this Thanksgiving (there's a lot of us)...except me. I made some sad comment about not getting any turkey this year and my sister wrote back, "You just made mom cry." (I didn't really...). But she'll be happy for me non-the-less. She's a good mom and she's happy when her boys get good eats.
The only sad moment today was when I was driving home. Corina made me a take home pumpkin pie and I had it sitting on the centre console between the seats. Somehow I thought that was a good idea. The first corner I went around it slid onto my lap. Well...it would have if I hadn't caught by pinning it to the console with my elbow. In the pie.
On the upside, the pie survived (mostly) and I got to lick my shirt sleeve off all the way home. So...bonus.
And finally (this is really long for a day when nothing much happened)...the sun came out today. It's been raining for a week. Which is weird 'cause this is our dry season. None of us are complaining mind you. It's a nice break from the 40 C days of the two weeks before. I just kept rewashing the clothes in my washing machine every day until the sun came out.
And that was my day...
The promised picture.
1 comments:
I am happy you got turkey.
You make me laugh out loud even when it was an "uneventful" day.
I can picture you sucking on your shirt sleeve.
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