This morning I donned old flannel shorts, a half clean tee, and walking sandals. Taking my journal and a camera, I went down to the beach.
My camera is back after leaving it for dead the second time this year. At a cooking club evening on Cinco de Mayo. Theme: you guess. Martita quickly told me to make chilequilas which she demonstrated in her home. I did make them. Martha's are better, but is that news? I am the type of person who walks in the house with sand on her feet.
The hostess of the cooking club made cupcakes . . . her claim. I met her for the first time that evening in an overwhelming, amazing scene. So many dishes, most people I didn't know, and cupcakes by the name of Vera Cruz. Described by the creator as a sweet corn and cilantro cupcake with a hot pepper mousse and an avocado buttercream, garnished with a lime wedge and red salt crystals. For the numerous tastes and multiple ingredients, it worked. Each part stood alone. I enjoyed squeezing a lime wedge over the whole.
Another highlight of the evening was a warm casserole of flan put forth by a nice girl who had never eaten or made flan. It was delicious warm. I think I will always eat it thusly in future. Because we were cautioned not to bring dessert, imagine 20 savory dishes. A standout being cheese-topped guacamole. The title sounds gross and un-American to me too. I need to tell you it was a warm bath and a blanket by the fire is contentment. And I ate it lukewarm. The cook used real queso oaxaca which I would put forth as a must if you're attempting this. My friend G and I will probably not attend the cooking club again as it was so much to take in. It was a one-in-a-grand-while experience but simplicity is a good middle name.
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I much enjoyed the first and last pictures of the ocean. Especially the first one, with the dark sand, sun-caped breaking waves, and the gathering storm. A wonderful picture.
Speaking of retracing steps, I am reminded of a movie in which a couple were waiting in a line, about to board a small ferry boat. The boat would soon embark upon a charming tour of the city. As they boarded, heading towards the two last seats, Harold's wife exclaimed, "Harold, my wallet's gone!" Harold tried to comfort her, and the two said they would go back and search everywhere they had been (retrace their steps). Once again, the boat had two open seats. Two more people from the line boarded the boat. They were not there for the tour. They were there for one of the passengers. Earlier, this passenger had accidently intercepted from them some highly classified material. They wanted it back so they could sell it. By chance, the people they would later hand off the classified material to were also aboard the boat: a kindly, inconspicuous elderly couple. Who were onboard for the tour.
I may sometimes retrace my steps when I have dropped something. The most recent occasion being when I was searching for a lost dental floss. I found it on the floor, near where I had intended to place it.
What an interesting dinner club you visited. I have never heard of the kinds of food brought that evening. The pictures did not look familiar. And it appeared as if some of the vegetables were overcooked. I am not certain I would like the cupcake you described. It sounds like many more ingredients than I am used to in a cupcake.
It is probably for the best that I am not a member of a dinner club.
We blistered the tomatoes and chiles for a salsa. The salsa was supreme. Your movie sounds intriguing and slightly confusing. I bet it is an action movie, not a psychological thriller. I find it difficult to applaud most psychological thrillers. Perhaps because film is so visual. I need to floss more. It is best for all you are not part of a dinner group.
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