Girl Anachronicles

A classmate of mine apparently appointed herself from the beginning, back in 1991, to be the official historian for the rest of the class. The class reunion was celebrated on 2005 and I wasn’t able to go, regrettably. It could have been fun.

However, she had gone through the painstaking process of scanning photograph after photograph and then posting them online, at Facebook. I’ve been going through Memory Lane since 8:00am today. I realize I was in very few pictures (I think I’ve never been keen on getting photographed). I realize weight gain is a common problem for most of us by the time we’re hitting our 30s. I realize I might be getting old, the freshness of the teen years is gone. Does that mean my prime time is over? Or has it just begun?

Later on, I’ll write more extendedly about the memories these pictures brought back … should be a nice exercise for my mind.

Today has been a bit weird, basically because I have this unrelenting craving for bandeja paisa, specially (and inevitably, only) the one Alvaro makes in his own little restaurant in Caguas.

I am usually not very fond of the rice-and-beans staple most Puerto Ricans use for their daily diet. However, as soon as it is included in a bandeja paisa, it’s all game. Then the ground beef, which is a total mystery as to how they make it. When you try it for the first time, it’s like they’re feeding you instant meat (all powdery, no juice). However, it becomes addictive right away. I guess it’s the taste. There’s a secret to this combo, though. All the meat juice is right in the pork rind: it’s supposed to be crispy, fatty and juicy … and BIG. Most of the times, they will also throw in some pork sausage as well. Clog your heart in one afternoon.

Then there’s the slice of avocado, which I usually avoid since I used to love avocado, but it hasn’t fully regained my trust since that one time it got along awfully with my stomach.

The rice is covered with a fried egg, sunny side up or easy over, which is a combo I wasn’t interested in trying until I found my love for the bandeja paisa. And to top it all off, a wonderful arepa (please see Antioquian Arepa, although the one I’ve known since I was a child was the Arepa Paisa, covered in crumbled white cheese and butter… yummmmm!).

So give me a holler if you want to try this exquisite platter, I’ll let you know how to get to Alvaro’s (it’s VERY easy!).

BTW: you cannot eat a bandeja paisa without chugging it down with some Colombiana soda.

Today it feels much more official, today is the first day of the last week, today is the beginning of a long good-bye.

It was a nice “romance” while it lasted, and just the same, it’s always a bittersweet deal when it’s over.

Promises of Eternity

by The Magnetic Fields

What if the show couldn’t go on
What if we all got jobs and got to bed before dawn
What if Old Joe had to retire
What if all the stage hands were let go or fired
That’s just like what the world would be
If you fell out of love with me

I can’t let this happen to you
Don’t you let it happen to me
What would our friends and family say
If they could only see
If you let this happen to us
Don’t think you’d be setting me free
Wasn’t it you and I who made
Promises of eternity

What if the lights didn’t go on
What if the velvet curtain had to be taken down
What if the clowns couldn’t be clowns
And all those painted smiles gave in to plaintive frowns
What if no show ever happened again
No Seven, no 8 1/2, no Nine, and no “10″
All numbers and no mystery
No promise of eternity…

First things first – I did my own nails about one or two weeks ago, and they looked fantastic… for two days, that is, until the ol’ nail polish chipped off. And that will happen, why not, I mean: i did only one coat, no top coat, no base coat. Can’t be bothered with those details, but I realized having a fast-drying nail enamel helps making the process less painful (yes, beautifying myself is always painful).

I found this in my humble nail product box (which is really just an old, wobbly shoe box) in a nice, shimmery, cream-colored shade. Can’t remember the name, but it was incredibly quick to dry (plus points) and it turned out to look gorgeous on my short-short nails (double plus points) But then mom showed me a Bettina shade that proved to be an inspiration (#168, I think … did you know that the company that makes the Bettina nail polish we Puerto Rican girls buy for $1.99 a bottle in our local drugstores and supermarkets, has no presence in the internet!?!?!)

So, that would be my intentions today: buy Maybelline Express Nail Color in a shade called Racing Rubies (see pic above) and get some nice, dark red scratchers, very fast!

Tonight we have a small business get-together with one of the bands we sort-of manage (and by “we”, I mean CarbonoMúsica), which means I will have to prove myself once again as … The HouseWife!

That would mean (mainly) sweeping and mopping the house a bit (white tile is a bitch!), and cookin up some canapés…

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!

I meant: grab a crate of beer and some chips and dip on the way home.

Tomorrow is supposed to be the second 1991 Sacred Heart School class pre-reunion, which would be sort of like a staff meeting to plan and talk about what needs to be done for the official reunion. I might go. I might not go. I still don’t know, it all depends: Eze gets in to work (@ Border’s) at 8PM. Frecuencias Alternas remains under Pepe’s control, I might as well help him out.

And Sunday is still a blank, with a small hint of what could be done. BBQ, anyone?

… or maybe some cookies?

Yesterday it was iced cupcakes & brownies. Had a lot of fun cooking it up with Tattiana and Chichi. Made a mess out of the whole house, mainly because we also received a visit from Pepe and his girl, but more importantly because the kitchen is so small, its activities bleed into the rest of the house.

The cupcakes ended up looking like a green, white, aqua and purple mess of icing, but I was told they were delish. The brownies … well … they came out REALLY fudgy. I’m hoping to try that again… with a more solid (i.e. darker) chocolate.

Today’s menu:
potatoes au gratin
churrasco (complete with chimichurri
fried amarillitos

Tomorrow?
More fried amarillitos, ‘cuz GAWD! mom gave me one too many plantains :-\