Two posts in one day. Oh, yea!
So, today's edition of the blog should have read "pasta/rice" instead of rice. The reason I couldn't get my rice to turn out right was because it wasn't rice. It was pasta that was shaped like rice. Go ahead and laugh at me. I'm laughing along with you. When the message finally made it through the great barrier wall, aka my lack of Italian, I laughed so hard it was crazy. Anyway, thanks to all of you who sent me instructions on how to boil rice. I appreciate it. Now, if I move Asia one day, I won't starve.
Also, you know your an addict when you are willing to walk 4 miles (2 of them uphill) to get chocolate ice cream and a coke. The lady at the ice cream shop here (also known as the only establishment still open past 7. There isn't a large vampire community here I am guessing) knows me now. When I walk up I get a "ciao" and she automatically grabs a waffle cone. I'm a regular. Please, don't let her know who I am, though. I'm enjoying the anonymity. Goodness knows I'm being stalked everywhere else I go (that one was for you Dad. If you don't know, ask Seth).
I met a lady today from Milano who lives part of the year in California. She started an inclusion Italian school there. Her little girl is so cute. OK, time to go. Ttyl.
So, today's edition of the blog should have read "pasta/rice" instead of rice. The reason I couldn't get my rice to turn out right was because it wasn't rice. It was pasta that was shaped like rice. Go ahead and laugh at me. I'm laughing along with you. When the message finally made it through the great barrier wall, aka my lack of Italian, I laughed so hard it was crazy. Anyway, thanks to all of you who sent me instructions on how to boil rice. I appreciate it. Now, if I move Asia one day, I won't starve.
Also, you know your an addict when you are willing to walk 4 miles (2 of them uphill) to get chocolate ice cream and a coke. The lady at the ice cream shop here (also known as the only establishment still open past 7. There isn't a large vampire community here I am guessing) knows me now. When I walk up I get a "ciao" and she automatically grabs a waffle cone. I'm a regular. Please, don't let her know who I am, though. I'm enjoying the anonymity. Goodness knows I'm being stalked everywhere else I go (that one was for you Dad. If you don't know, ask Seth).
I met a lady today from Milano who lives part of the year in California. She started an inclusion Italian school there. Her little girl is so cute. OK, time to go. Ttyl.
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