If you thought Saint Patrick's Day flew right by me just because I'm in Central America, you are wrong my friend. I celebrated it not once, not twice, but tres times!
I first celebrated on Thursday with my English class. I taught them vocabulary and shared how I used to make leprechaun shoe-box traps as a kid. Sam and I then took all our students outside to play a game with the Irish song, "Bonnie." Later that night, I headed down to visit my little boys. Since they always ask for a bedtime story, I went with a festive one. And, of course, I included the importance of wearing green. When I went back on Saturday to check, I was definitely able to do my fair share of pinching! Unfortunately, they just countered it by pinching back (even though I wore a TON of green haha).
On the actual day, I spent the morning making irish soda bread with the classic Healy recipe. Even without finding buttermilk down here, it turned out really well! Once day turned to night, we had ourselves a good time by festively donning temporary tattoos and heading to the irish pub in town. It was lots o' fun!
Instead of working last week, I took un poquito de vacaciones since Dom came to visit! It had been a long time coming, but was well worth the wait. The week started off greeting him at the airport with a "Señor Evans" sign. From there we headed to NPH where I gave him the grand tour. It concluded in el comedor at dinnertime, in which all the girls just HAD to get to know the Justin Bieber look-a-like (ha). As we were leaving, a group of boys caught up to us. We had a conversation a little like this..
Yesterday, Sam and I headed down to la Casa de Bebes for the afternoon. I'm telling ya.. if you ever need a pick-me-up, they are your go-to-people. They are full of hugs, loves, and smiles. We played pretend restaurant (in which they ended up poisoning Sam haha), had a crayon war, and gave cosquis or tickles to the littlest of the bunch. In my opinion, it was the perfect Saturday afternoon.
If you know me, you know that I'm no Rachel Ray or Paula Deen in the kitchen. It's the running joke with my family that I can't cook, because even my little brother surpasses me with his omelette-making skills. Thus, I have recently taken on the challenge to quicken my way around the kitchen and learn new recipes from other volunteers. And so far, I've done pretty well! Don't believe me? See: Exhibit A and Exhibit B. Last weekend Liz and I were looking for ideas to utilizar some coconuts we had purchased. Not only did we make coconut shortbread with a malibu glaze, we also had enough leftover to make delicious coconut chicken. Then, last night, I experimented with corn dog muffins. And they weren't half bad! Let's see if I can continue the tasty trend.
