It's pathetic how I cook the same things over and over again.
They may have different names
but in the end it taste a whole lot a like.
When baby Maria was born my next door neighbors from India brought enough to feed our small family of 4 and our entire extended family, for many days. It was a post-partum feast. I have been to Indian restaurants before, but this was a whole different level of cooking. The textures and spices blew my mind, and my tongue. A lot of it was too spicy for my wimpy tongue, but I couldn't stop eating it.
I'm scared to try and make foods with ingredients that I've never heard of before on my own. So I jump to the ocassion when someone is willing to teach me. This weekend one of our other neighbors taught a vietnamese cooking class at the community center, like 20 yards from my house.
It was so simple to assemble. I'm sure that If I tried making it all from scratch I'd have a harder time. Noodles are tough to get right.
Isn't it funny how packages from other countries just seem so much more stylish? I mean, check out that green. I could wear that green.
Christian wore his crazy aloha shirt. I love that aloha shirt. I think he was trying to flirt with me. It's like, you put food in front of us in a setting that is not home and we instantly pretend like it's a date. "This totally counts as a date right?" Sure, I mean, our baby is here but who's even watching her?
I want to learn how to make these on my own and then make them! I want to learn how to make Vietnamese-everything-food, and I want to make Thai food as well, oh and definitely Indian food. I want to basically make more than just my repertoire of brazilian/American food.
Where should I start?
Where should I start?
