Those that know me well enough know about my human cheese obsession (really, it makes SO much sense). Well, PETA has joined me and requested that Ben & Jerry’s make human milk ice cream. What a great idea. I would totally volunteer for that test kitchen.
B&J doesn’t seem to be running with the idea (fools!).
“We applaud PETA’s novel approach to bringing attention to an issue, but we believe a mother’s milk is best used for her child,” said a spokesperson for Ben and Jerry’s.
We believe a mother’s milk is best used for her child, and a cow’s milk is best used for… ice cream.
I had to go take pictures of a house today, and thanks to a wrong turn, discovered a pupuseria in Norfolk. It’s called El Gavilan and I can’t wait to try it.
In the mean time, I will make pupusas and curtido for dinner tonight. Yummmmm. I can’t wait to leave work now.
Yesterday was National Spumoni Day, which, in my opinion, is the only national holiday worth celebrating. I took the Chinatown bus up to NYC and spent the day celebrating with Albee. It was the most delicious day ever.
Bonus - CvT is up here for the weekend too. I hope to see him and the Brooklyn crew out tonight.
(ps - happy birthday to gabriel and genny)
We successfully got up early and OJ, Chris, Luke and I went to Guanajuanto to visit Museo de Las Momias and Casa Diego Rivera.
The mummy museum was the absolute highlight of my whole trip. I was so excited about it before coming, and there was no way I was going to miss it. It definitely lived up to my expectations. I fell in love with those damn mummies and wanted to take some home. I can’t wait to get back and share pictures with you.
From there we took a cab to the center of town, El Jardin de la Union (because we thought the cab driver said he didn’t know where the diego museum was). The ride was so much fun. The mummies were on the outskirts of town and at first I thought Guanajuato was really small, but when we got to the center, it’s a bustling city. And there are these awesome tunnels through it. Underground streets with intersections and parking. It was as exciting as a roller coaster. Total glee.
We walked around the center for a bit and had lunch at a really awful hotel restaurant. It was so bad. None of us had a good experience there.
From there we made it to Casa Diego Rivera and realized our cab driver didn’t not know where it was, he was trying to tell us that the street was closed. It was all torn up and we had to walk through rubble to get there.
The house part of the museum was a bit whatever to me, but the gallery part was so worth it. He was so amazing. I never realized how many styles he went through throughout his life. All of his work is so different, yet also so completely his. I can kind of see how Frida put up with all of his shit. Hell, I’ve put up with shit because I’m madly in love with someone’s art too.
After Diego we strolled a bit more until it started raining (these afternoon showers were becoming habit), and then caught a cab back to the bus station. While waiting around there I discovered some silly pulp comics and we bought a handful. Luke lucked out and got the porn one, but I scored some pretty good dramatic almost-porn scenes that I’m pleased with.
We met up with Lisa at El Jardin when we got back and she and I continued our shopping madness. We went back to El Tomato for dinner, and then bought a six-pack to go back home and hang out in the courtyard to drink. They had to leave early in the morning, so we didn’t want to get too crazy.
El Jardin has tons of food cart vendors, and I was watching the corn one. They take a cob of corn, cover it with mayonnaise, then sprinkle it with cheese and cayenne. Now I love corn, and even mayonnaise, but that just grossed me out. The thought of biting into it and having mayonnaise all over the outside of my mouth…. ewwww!
The original plan for the day was to go to Guanajuato for the mummy museum, but after waiting around on too many people and going to lunch, it was too late in the day and we postponed it for Saturday.
We had lunch at a vegetarian restaurant in El Jardin called El Tomato. Everything was fresh and made to order. I couldn’t decided between the tofu burger or the lentil croquettes, so I went for yogurt con frutas y granola. But then everyone else’s food came out and I wanted it all. Yay for friends and food bite trading.
We all split up after lunch and Chris, Lisa, Jason, & I went tromping around. Lisa is a shopping soul mate. Jason was taking us towards this market he found, but before we made it, it started pouring down again. We found a building that kept us pretty protected, until it started hailing and we had to run across the street/river to find shelter.
We had some margaritas to wait out the storm, and then headed back home for siesta.
The plan that night was to have dinner at Cha Cha Cha, a place recommended by the owner of the B&B. On our way there, we met a drunk guy named Alex who was determined to show us the way. He latched on to me and kept talking to me about who knows what. He slurred so much I could barely tell when he was speaking English. He kept trying to pull my dress down to see my tattoo. Why do people think that is acceptable?
When we finally found Cha Cha Cha, it was closed. (Who closes at 7?) Lisa was quick to find us a cab after that. If we had walked, he certainly would have accompanied us all night.
We opted for Mama Mia instead. It’s one of the fave spots of the city, and they had all gone there before we got here (when we were sleeping on an airport floor). I had heard tale of their margaritas, so there was no complaint from me.
It’s an Italian place, and I had a margherita pizza. It would have been better with a glass of wine, but I needed one of their infamous margies. It really wasn’t as spectacular as I was expecting. Lisa said they were much weaker than the first time they had them. Oh well.
We met up with the rest of the gang afterwards and went to the patio upstairs for another night of drinking and face photos.
We didn’t stay out too late though because we needed to get up for morning mummy trip, which we were determined to make.
I was recently pouting about the fact that I haven’t left this stupid country since LAST MARCH, and how bored and antsy I have become, and how depressing this economy is, and then OJ saved the day by inviting me to a wedding in Mexico in August. He is my wedding date for life.
We’ll be in San Miguel de Allende for a week, and then when we return, my Rob! my Rob! my Rob! is visiting. And then I’ll have the most tremendous of reunions in NYC and will celebrate National Spumoni Day in the most gluttonous way I know how.
August is going to be a month of hugging and kissing and loving for sure.
Now I just have to plan that fall trip to Argentina….
I just ate a salad for dinner… and didn’t gag once. It consisted of mixed greens (torn into little pieces, but not chiffonade like i used to have to do), corn, tomato, jalapeño, avocado, and sea salt.
I feel like such a grown up.
There just wasn’t any way I could resist. Look at how precious it is.
The other night I tried to eat cauliflower. It was a big mistake. The smell was too much for me to take.
