You see, one of our non-negotiable rules around here is the kids have to learn Spanish. Now you're asking what languages I know...English. That's right. That's it. I did try on a few occasions to take a basic German class in high school, but not enough folks signed up for it, so it was a no go. It really would have been helpful when I went to Germany...especially when I guessed the signs wrong when I had to use a public bathroom...or when my group was in Australia and decided to go over a fence, ignoring the sign that we couldn't read at the time, but later found out it meant to stay out because of the big bull in there. I don't even remember taking a language being an option at the little college Hon and I went to, but that was also many moons ago and I was in love, not to mention the college mascot and in a sorority, so it's a bit hazy.
Anyway, Eldest's OHVA Spanish teacher gave him an assignment last week to cook an authentic Spanish/Mexican meal. Because I'm a food lover, especially if it's fried or has anything to do with chocolate, I was whole heartedly into this assignment. Also since I wasn't the chef. He poured over recipes and settled on empanadas as his main meal and churros for dessert. I had no idea what they were, but being as I wasn't the preparer of the meal... I was in the kitchen for moral support, though.
First thing I noticed Eldest had a time grappling with was the fact that he was to prepare two things at the same time. My response, "Welcome to my world. Want to talk about me making those big holiday dinners?" He had to figure out the order in doing things, which sometimes isn't an easy thing. Afterwards he dove into the making of it. He mixed, he refrigerated, he learned how to separate out an egg white, and he fried. Oh, how he fried. You see, both empanadas and churros are fried. Oh my heavens! And even better yet, the churros had this insanely delicious chocolate dipping sauce that I, of course, without a doubt in my mind, ate without hesitation.
In the end, after all the grease had finished splattering around, the sugar/cinnamon dust had been dusted, and the table had been set, we sat down and found ourselves munching an absolutely awesome dinner. Eldest even added grapes to the table as another thing to eat - veggies and fruit are pretty much interchangeable around here most nights, anyway. He made us a fantastic dinner and I really appreciated the time he took to do it. I also appreciate his teacher for assigning this, as if she hadn't we'd have been doing who knows what for dinner last night.
So, there you have it, folks. Eldest did a great job making dinner. He even got out of doing dishes, though it's his week for dinner dish detail - Hon did them instead. We expanded our cuisine horizons and I found yet another fried food - and one to dip in chocolate to boot - that I love. Smiling & Waving, Sharon