This morning I woke up a little earlier to cook with my host mom again. Today our lesson was "Tortillas Españolas". For all you ignorant Americans (of which I was one) These aren't tortillas. They're omelets. They're potato and egg mixed together in perfection and is arguably the "staple" of Segovia's cooking. Anywhoo... So we started cooking and everything was going splendidly until she said something about needing to go get Miranda. (Miranda is my niece) and so she went to go fix herself and came back to the kitchen a few minutes later a little frantic because we didn't have time to finish. The already beaten eggs were waiting, and the potatoes were simmering in the pan. Not a good time to leave. But alas, when I offered to mix the pan while she changed, she told me to chop the contents a little, wait 5 minutes, and then turn off the stove and strain the contents into another pan. Since then, It's been about a half hour, I've gotten myself breakfast, and I have to leave in 10 minutes... The eggs are still waiting (I hope they don't go bad) and the potatoes are waiting in the other pan.
I really don't know what I'm going to do if she doesn't come back NOW. How do I find myself in these predicaments!? ug. I don't understand. Now all these thoughts are running through my head. "What if I didn't understand and she gave me directions to finish it???" "Should I put the eggs in the fridge? yes. Wait, no. What if she doesn't want them there?!" "I can't just leave with it like this!!!!" I just don't know what to do and I'm starting to flip out a little! So... I decided that I would blog about it I guess??? Now I actually have to do something. So I'm going to go stare at what remains and freak out a little and hope something happens.... wish me luck. *Cringe*
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so... what ended up happening is I frantically covered the eggs and potatoes and put them in the fridge and wrote a note to her and as I was about to leave, she walked in. I ran to the kitchen, crumpled up the note and stuffed it into my pocket, and after I told her, all the while hoping everything was peachy (and it was) I left. Rendering this story totally not as bad as I made it sound this morning. Moral of the story: don't be a drama queen.
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so... what ended up happening is I frantically covered the eggs and potatoes and put them in the fridge and wrote a note to her and as I was about to leave, she walked in. I ran to the kitchen, crumpled up the note and stuffed it into my pocket, and after I told her, all the while hoping everything was peachy (and it was) I left. Rendering this story totally not as bad as I made it sound this morning. Moral of the story: don't be a drama queen.