Tonight is the last night of booty camp and I feel at once wistfully nostalgic and bright excitement for the adventures to come. This experience has been painful on the feet, enriching on the soul, and greatly broadening on the psyche. I've made new friends, missed old ones and am happy to be able to cross off this item on my bucket list to, I am now certain, be revisited other points in life. It has helped me to see that if it were an easy thing I would not be learning it. What good is it if everybody can do it? we want to do the difficult, do the special. Last night was the night we all were waiting for, the night of the ganchos - the leg hooks, that the tango argentine is so famous for. Bemusingly, because of the vertical challenge of my legs, it was a fairly daunting challenge, but after practice and enchantment I couldn't get enough. We were indulged by George and Elizabeth and it left a lingering longing. Whenever I hear a tango beat I will inexorably be tempted, and if lucky enough to be cabaceo-ed will look adoringly into my partner's eyes and get swept away.
On the southern front, the dollar theater will be no more in about a week when it's doors will close for good. What for years has incorrigibly flouted the $8, then $9, then $10 movie prices and was a comfort to all the struggling artists nee college students will say aloha on Aug. 9 according to Kapio.net.
In cooking adventures, Thursday marked my third attempt at cooking adobo, and each time i'm more pleased by the result. Cooking Filipino food is teaching me a lot. The comforting familiarity of aromas from home, how you need way less flame when you cook in a smaller pot, to heat things up (in life too yeah?) and reminded me of a saying i once read, 'There's a lid for every pot' in "The Real Rules For Girls" by Mindy Morgenstern. In a world that is a melting pot of people why do we settle for a lid that sometimes doesn't fit, a makeshift campsite cooking utensil instead of the one that will keep all the delicious flavors in, trapping the happy nostalgia that really good food brings? I've been exploring this concept with friends, about '9s and 10s', especially here in Hawai'i when what sometimes looks like a 10 at first glance, after all factors calculated becomes a lot more like a 5 or 6, even if the hotness factor is an 11. What do you guys think? Well, it's 6:27pm and I'm off to class. Talk to you all tomorrow!
bvw.
In cooking adventures, Thursday marked my third attempt at cooking adobo, and each time i'm more pleased by the result. Cooking Filipino food is teaching me a lot. The comforting familiarity of aromas from home, how you need way less flame when you cook in a smaller pot, to heat things up (in life too yeah?) and reminded me of a saying i once read, 'There's a lid for every pot' in "The Real Rules For Girls" by Mindy Morgenstern. In a world that is a melting pot of people why do we settle for a lid that sometimes doesn't fit, a makeshift campsite cooking utensil instead of the one that will keep all the delicious flavors in, trapping the happy nostalgia that really good food brings? I've been exploring this concept with friends, about '9s and 10s', especially here in Hawai'i when what sometimes looks like a 10 at first glance, after all factors calculated becomes a lot more like a 5 or 6, even if the hotness factor is an 11. What do you guys think? Well, it's 6:27pm and I'm off to class. Talk to you all tomorrow!
bvw.
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