One of my favorite places to eat is a restaurant named Jose Tejas near me. I tell everyone I can about it. I tried telling my Spanish teacher about it, in Spanish of course, and he kept asking “uno y nueve”? and it took me a very long time for me to realize he was saying 1 & 9, the highway that it’s on. The entire time of me squinting and trying to figure out what he was saying, I could see the disappointment in his eyes cause it was looking like his student couldn’t recognize numbers after 4 years of Spanish.
You know what I miss about summer? Besides decent amounts of sleep, time to spend with friends, warm sunshine on my face, flowy dresses, and the tan that I hated while I had but I now miss and mangoes? (I mean, what else is there to miss?)
I recently traveled to the Dominican Republic where I ate a lot of mango, absorbed a lot of seawater, got a lot of mosquito bites, and failed at trying to trick people into thinking that I spoke Spanish. One minute I’m asking this kid if he wants help making his toast, the next minute, I’m talking to his mom and the only thing I hear her say is “Soy….” then it’s just gibberish to me. Then I laugh along with her, I think she tells me to have a nice day (I hope), so I tell her likewise.
I’m a real .com now! Now, with my name change, not everything I write about will be about kale (my mom told me to clarify because she thought people would get confused), but I figured, why not break in the new site with a kale recipe?
My friends call me a bunny because I can actually just rip off a leaf from a head of lettuce and eat it without anything else.
It’s probably cause don’t really like salad dressing. Or at least, I’m really picky with it. When I go to restaurants, the conversation goes something like this: