Veggie burgers and veggie sandwiches at restaurants are either hits or misses. Burgers that involve black beans are usually good. The last veggie burger I had was as if they took a bag of frozen mixed veggies-the peas, corn, and cubed carrots- and squished it into a hockey puck. One time, I had a sandwich was just a portobello mushroom between warm-ish bread with a pickle.
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.
What do you do when you’re excited? Do you scream in random outbursts? Do a little dance (and then slip because you are wearing socks on a hardwood floor)? Fidget non-stop?
I happen to do a combination of all of those. Apparently from a young age anyone could tell that I was excited because my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. But now I’ve also picked up the habit of yelling and singing when I’m excited (when I’m in my house), and becoming some sort of a Southern Christian preacher.
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.
Unlike pancakes, waffles don’t have to be drawn into memes or cartoon characters on a griddle to catch anyone’s attention. Waffles are art all on their own.Waffles are beautiful: crispy on the outside, fluffy on the inside, with pockets perfect for holding syrup, strawberries, or practically anything. (They’re like the pockets of men’s jeans. I’ve seen guys hold iPads in their pockets. I’m lucky if the pocket on my jeans can hold a chap stick.)