I’ve had dinner at Sam’s where András cooked Hungarian
pizza, then again at András’ flat for Hungarian chicken wraps. I had mentioned
making dinner for everyone, so now was the time. When thinking of what to cook
for dinner I was having trouble coming up with ideas. What is a good American
meal to cook for everyone? Enchiladas are easy and good, but that’s Mexican and
I don’t have an oven. Lentils and veggies? I like that, but others won’t be so
thrilled. Thai curry sweet potato soup and veggies? Again, I was super stoked
on it when I first made it on a whim, but it’s not American and I don’t know if
others will like it. What am I good at? BREAKFAST! Duh! Pancakes would be
awesome, but better yet; BREAKFAST BURRITOS! Hell ya. Decision made. Done. Send
out the invites.
The floors were still a horrible mess in my flat. It hasn’t
been mopped since I moved in, and probably wasn’t for a long time before.
Instead of waiting for Dimi to borrow a mop from his friend, I took action and
washed the floor on my knees with a small towel and sponge. It took some work,
but I got it done in two sessions; Tuesday morning after the others went to
school and work, and after school today before cooking. You can imagine how nasty
the water was. You could see dirt swirls where someone did a half-ass job at
wiping up beer. I found gum on the floor. I scraped up a dirt chunk by the
stairs that was covered in dust bunny fir just bigger than a silver dollar. Ya.
Gross. But, I got it done and am much more relaxed about bringing people here
to a “cleaner” space.
I had purchased a bag of potatoes, bananas, two packs of
bacon (each two slices ¼” thick,) sliced cheese (Gouda and black pepper &
chili,) two packs of tortillas, and 10 more eggs. They don’t sell eggs by the
dozen. Is that weird, or is it weird that we sell them in packs of 12? I had
some ingredients already, so the food costs really wasn’t bad at all to feed
the 7 of us. Oh, I also bought ingredients to make salsa. I love my salsa. It’s
not like the Pace Picante sauce I like back home, but it’s delicious in its own
way.
Burrito Checklist
Scrambled
eggs with a dash of milk
Chopped bacon
3 kinds of
sliced cheese
Red and
Yellow bell peppers
Chopped
potatoes fried in the bacon grease with onion
Homemade
salsa
They really
liked it. I got a couple compliments on the salsa. András had never had this so
he didn’t even know how to put the ingredients together. I can image it would
be tough to figure out the correct ratio of ingredients when all laid out like
that. I made the first one for him. Rita was stoked to see bacon and cheese. I
was going to ixnay the bacon because I don’t normally eat it, but I thought I
should go legit with these. Not ham: straight to bacon. ‘Merica. Good thing I did.
It really does take the breakfast burrito to another level.
I left the
ingredients on the stove and counter top to keep it warm and lay it out
assembly style which worked out wonderfully. We sat in the living room on the
couches with plates on our laps, talked, and listened to music through my
flat’s surround sound stereo. The day started out gloomy with rain threatening
to start dumping. It did. It dumped like the dickens, but only for a couple
short bursts. The weather was nice during dinner so for our second round of
burritos, we ate outside. It was a bit chilly, but we sat out there anyway. I
offered everyone chai tea, and it was graciously accepted. Aina had mentioned
that she really liked it and only discovered it once in Germany, so she jumped
on the offer and raised her hand and smiled immediately. It felt odd asking if
anyone would like tea. It is not a phrase I use often. I’m not sure I’ve ever
said it. Aniol enlightened me that a dash of milk in tea is called a cloud due
to its visual effect when poured into a hot cup of tea. Ok. I learned something
today. I put honey in it too. It’s good. Try it.
The evening
was a success. Food was consumed. Hardly any leftovers remained. Nobody spilled
anything on my newly cleaned floor. A good time was had by all. Aniol and Aina
left their remaining orange juice. And I can now take my time cleaning the
dishes.
Next time:
fire at the lake and s’mores.
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