Project Dissertation

I moved to this fabulous city three years ago mainly to; be near an airport for travel, be able to not trade my stilletos for trainers, and to finish my doctoral studies in four years. Yes, that pretty much sums up my priorities at 30. So now I am ABD with nine months to go and San Francisco is no easy city to ignore. Although, I would argue that each experience that deters my academic writing is really just needed inspiration. Welcome and I hope you enjoy...

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Bilingual, Bicultural, and Dual Citizen. J School B.A., M.A. in High Incidence Disabilities, & ABD in Education.

Thursday, April 05, 2007

Family, Friends & Food

One day I will be a confident cook, but for now I love that everyone wants to feed me...

  • We arrived at my primas and she wanted to take us out to eat. We opted for her frijoles de la olla, queso fresco, avocado and tostadas. She mixed us drinks and we caught up for hours. Later my madrina prepared a nopal salad with red onions y tomates- yum.
  • Before mass it was cafe con leche at the table with my parents, madrina and the sourdough bread I brought down. After mass my madrina insisted on making us breakfast;scrambled eggs, frijoles,nopal salad, and tortillas.
  • After picking up my abuelita we were going to go out to dinner. Once inside Cardenas, everyone started ading produce to the cart- jicama, oranges, garbanzos in the pod, papaya, limones. Then chiles both fresh and bagged. Picked out some 2x lager with my papi and then found the instore tortilleria. Dios mio, I thought my madrina was lying when she told me I could ask for one fresh from the line. We stood around adding crema mexicana to the fresh tortillas de maiz. Then just because they were fresh from the panaderia I picked some bolillos. At this point we agreed to stay in for dinner.
  • I think the plan was to go to a casino, after dropping off the groceries. Before we knew the house was full, and my prima brought over fresh empanadas. My mami, abuelita y madrina, had the botanas flowing. When everyone was full they started making the tamales- that really was the only thing I requested oh and capirotada.
  • It is cuaresma comida, so we had capirotada for breakfast y cafe. Belly's full my prima and I took her sons on the train to Olvera Street. Luz del Dia was closed so we chose one of the two courtyard facing patios. We split sopes y ensalada de nopal. We shared a margarita toast and talked about what the last four months had been like. We had another margarita and her boys were busy telling us stories, drawing us pictures, sounding their calavera rattles dancing on beat.
  • That night, before we left my madrinas I know everyone else had meat: She also sauteed many green vegetables over wheat pasta.
  • The next day my dad and I caught up over raisin bran. For lunch my mom made a fresh salad. That night I shared some good laughs over steak fries and mozzarella sticks at the Dresden. Needed the vodka gimlet and collins to see a really cheesy movie.
  • Breakfast with my dad again. Lunch at the California Pizza Kitchen with my friend and colleague. Appetizers on our way to the airport in Downtown Burbank at Gordon Biersch with the best guy friend a girl could ask for.

Gracias, for the new and familiar memories alike...

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