September 9, 2006
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Skewers. it is a funny word when you think about it.
I miss Brasil most during Church and in the supermarket. probably the commercialism. Kroger and i do not get along. and no one there even knows what skewers are. And then the meat market guy was hiding from me. refused to come back out from the back. and you think i am joking. the paper products were glaring at me because i was dancing in the isle (wait, is that the word of Island? too bad). the tile, lights, and 50 kinds of soy sauce make me unable to stand still. they also make me nervous. so, after searching the whole store, i was trying to figure out ways of gluing toothpicks together, or using straws for the fruit-ka-bob thingys i wanted to make. in the end, i just dropped the fruit on a stick idea.
i feel very proud of myself. i cooked all day for the open house tomorrow. don’t forget to try the snickerdoodles. these are internationally known. for real. in Brasil i named them “Biscoitinhos Americanos.” Sweet. John helped with the meat and cheese thingys, although he kept finding manufacturing problems with the cheese–which was reason enough to eat more than he made. i sliced one finger open trying to open a can and then missed the mango and dug into my other thumb…so had to stop cooking for awhile until the blood would stop. don’t worry, the food is sanitary.
now the only problem is that we have no idea how many people will come. Anna is rather worried that no one will come…
