Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Guacamole

I am not trying to be a guacamole snob, but there is a right way and an oh-so-wrong way to eat guacamole.

When I was in California visiting family, my dad bought this:

No. Just no.

It's just wrong on so many levels. Avocados and guacamole should not come in a package.

I'm pretty sure guacamole isn't suppose to retain its shape like that.

It tastes just as you would expect green mush to taste like.

See, avocados grow aplenty in Chile. And since they're delicious we eat them almost every day, usually in the form of guacamole. Real guacamole. From scratch. Not from the refrigerated section.

First you chop all the goodies you want to include. We typically use: onions (red or white), garlic, ají (little hot peppers), cilantro, and tomatoes. Then you end up with this amazing mix:



After smashing the avocado you combine it in with above delicious-ness. Add some salt and lemon juice and you're done.


I don't have a picture of the final product because, well, we were too eager to eat it that I forgot. But not only is it easy to make, but it tastes nothing like green mush.

And just for the heck of it, I'm going to share with you some avocado fun facts I read online:

Avocado fun fact number one: Avocados are also called alligator pears. Rough skin. Shaped like a pear. Okay that makes sense.

Avocado fun fact number two: So when avocados were introduced to England in the 1960s they were advertised as "avocado pears".  Apparently customers thought they were to be used like regular pears so they cooked them up in sweet desserts. The end results were so horrid the customers complained so the retailers removed the word 'pear' from its name.

Avocado fun fact number three: And the origin of the word avocado can be traced back to the Aztec language, Nahuatl. They had a word ahuacatl which has two meanings: "fruit of the avocado tree" and "testicle".

Yeah okay, I think I'll end with that one.

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

It's Okay to be Jealous

This is literally across the street from where I live. 

Sunset over Lake Villarrica

Sunday, January 20, 2013

Yay, Airports!

As I write this I am sitting in terminal 2 of the San Francisco International Airport at gate 57. It is 9:46 am. I have been at the airport for one hour. Today I have broken the number one rule of airport travel. I foolishly forgot to check my flight online before leaving for the airport. Oops.

My flight was suppose to depart at 11:35am. Now it's departing at 2:30pm. There are three reasons why I am okay with this. 
  1. I like airports.
  2. This airport has free wi-fi. 
  3. I will still arrive in Dallas to catch my connecting flight to Santiago.
So really it's not a big deal. I was suppose to have a long layover in Dallas so now it's like I have a pre-layover in SFO. 

Did I mention the free wi-fi?

Saturday, January 19, 2013

Short Hiatus

Sorry for the lack of posts. For the past week I've been back in the States visiting family in California. The flight out here was definitely less eventful than the last time I was here. It felt like I spent more time waiting around in airports than I did on the plane. Here's a quick rundown:

Flight from Valdivia to Santiago: 1 hour 25 minutes
Hanging around Santiago airport: 8 hours
Flight from Santiago to Miami: 8 hours 35 minutes
Hanging around Miami airport (at 4am, mind you): 4 hours
(Delayed) Flight from Miami to San Francisco: 6 hours 30 minutes (Two of those hours spent in turbulence so bad I was positive I'd end up on an island LOST somewhere with the likes of Sawyer and Sayid.) (Yes, I realize there are no tropical islands along that flight path.)

Comments:

  1. Having a seat in the exit row on an 8 hour flight is awesome.
  2. Long flights that don't have those individual TVs suck. 
  3. Attention American Airlines, please do not play "The Words" on my return flight. I don't want to sit through that movie. Again.
  4. Toilet seat covers are quite novel. Pretty sure someone should look into bringing those down to Chile.
  5. Bagels make 4am layovers much better. 
  6. Bagels make having to deplane and board a new plane because the one you're on isn't flyable creating an hour and a half delay exponentially better. 
  7. Apparently Vera Bradley is as popular as ever. 
The worst part of this whole experience (because I actually love flying...even the layover part) was that two nights earlier I cut the back of my foot with a nail (and I'll be the first to admit I over-reacted worse than when Michael Scott stepped on a George Foreman). So not only did I have to hobble around the airports, I was constantly monitoring myself for signs of tetanus so I wouldn't end up like this guy.


Looks like fun. Thanks for the nightmares, Wikipedia.

Anyway, long story short, I made it to California. And I finally got to meet Emma! 

My niece, Emma!



More posts to follow. I'm returning to the sweltering heat of Chile in two days. So as I lie dying of heat stroke I'll be sure to update my blog. And eat ice cream. Lots of ice cream.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

2013

There's a whole lot of new going on this year.

Let's back track a few days, shall we?

Thursday, December 27th was significant for a few reasons. First, my mom arrived to help me pack up and move to the south. (More on that later.) Second, it was my last day of work. Woo! And third, I bought my first car! So yeah. Pretty awesome day.



Friday consisted of packing the car and taking care of a few last minute errands. Thankfully it didn't take too long to pack up the car. It was about a million degrees outside and the elevator was being repaired. Awesome timing!


Saturday morning we set off for Villarrica. After getting a bit lost in Santiago, we finally made it onto Route 5. From there is was pretty much straight down. A few hours after stopping for lunch at a roadside restaurant, I noticed we had less than a quarter of a tank of gas left. I figured it wasn't a huge deal since there are gas stations every few miles or so. Wrong. Sort of. We passed two gas stations on the wrong side of the highway. Not helpful. After the gas light came on things got a bit tense. We pulled off the highway only to find that the nearest gas station was 30 km away. However, we were told there was a gas station a few kilometers down the highway but on the other side of the road. So I ended up running across the highway to buy a few liters of gas. Thankfully the gas attendant came with me to put the gas in the tank.



Here are some statistics from the trip:
Tolls paid: 12.200. Though I may have forgotten to write down one or two of them. (That's around $25.00)
Kilometers driven: 799
Miles driven: 496 (That's almost equivalent to driving from Boston to DC or San Francisco to San Diego. )
Hours spent: Almost 11. Yikes.


I'm now on summer vacation (oh the perks of being a teacher). All there is on my to-do list is to unpack and relax! Oh and learning how to parallel park would be helpful, assuming I ever figure out where everything is in my new town.

Here's to a new adventure in 2013!