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So this is a picture of my adaption of my mom's "chili blanco" recipe. You can't exactly get white beans here. I'm increasingly thankful for my mom's incredible creativity keeping her family fed. Just a few weeks into cooking for myself, I'm wondering how long it's going to take for me to get tired of grilled chicken mixed with ... everything.
Today I pulled an incredible "ha ha look at the stupid foreigner" moment. I've been wanting a desk for a while, and my cheapest, best option was at the enormous open-air market towards the historic downtown area of Mexico City. For fourty bucks I landed a sturdy table, then proceeded to take it with me on the metro. (I could have hired a truck for about twenty bucks, but I decided metro would be better) At first, people looked at me funny, and a couple of groups of teenagers flat-out pointed and laughed. But as I tried to transfer trains, the metro police gave me a (smirking) "absolutely not" leaving me stranded a couple of miles from the apartment. Nobody with a car was available, so I just picked up the table and walked home. Buying water with a table on your back is worth a couple of extra stupid-foreigner points.
Praise God that Mexico doesn't have snow in November. Ask him to keep giving me a good attitude.