I think I take after
Mum, far too much in my cooking skills. It's not that we can't cook. We just
don't like to cook, and get lazy and forget things. Anyhow, last Thursday Sora
DeRuvo and I decided to make cookies to bring to our gorgeous Familia Costros,
(the ones with the adorable kids I told you about last week). So anyway, I go
into the kitchen and take the chocolate bars and start breaking them up.
Chocolate chips are scarce to be found in this country so we have to buy
regular chocolate and break them up. I took a knife and began chopping. Sora
DeRuvo then came in and very kindly offered to chop up the chocolate chips. Now
me... in my silly tired state interpreted this offer as her way of trying to
take over in the kitchen, as if to say, "I'm Italian, I cook so well, so
I'm taking over". But of course I was being ridiculous and she was just
offering to help. But anyway, my grumpy thoughts stayed in my mind and I left
her to the chopping and frustratedly took the sugar and butter and began to
make the rest of the cookies. I was still silently grumpy, thinking, "I'm
just as good! Look, I can follow a recipe...blah, blah etc." I finished
adding all the ingredients and took a little spoonful to taste the dough. UGH!!
It was awful! Sora DeRuvo saw my frightful reaction. She too tasted the dough!
"It's almost entirely butter!" she exclaimed. I was shocked and
looked at the recipe. Immediately I burst out laughing as I realized that in my
frustration I'd accidentally added 3 times the amount of required butter.
Whoops! I then told Sora all my silly thoughts and how those silly thoughts had
led me to make the mistake and prove that yes in fact she is a faaar better
cook than me. We laughed so hard!! We ended up tripling the other ingredients
too and making about 40 cookies that night and we still have at least half of
the dough in the fridge... oh well!

We had an interesting exchange
with one of the branch members this week:
"I don't know how
to make Spanish food," I told her.
"Why not?!"
She seemed out raged at my lack of culture.
"I don't know.
I've only been there once."
"Didn't your
Mother teach you how?"
"No...?"
"Why not?! You're
SPANISH!"
Oh.. now everything
made a whole lot more sense. Some how she saw my name "Rivera" and
assumed Spain, and he was on heavy medication when we first met and I told her
that I was from England. I then explained that I'm not Spanish, my name is from
my Dad's family being from Puerto Rico.
"Oh okay, you will
come and make Puerto Rican food."
By this point, I didn't
want to argue... "I can make Mexican food if you like?"
"Yes, Yes,
Mexican... that's what I said in the first place."
Haha, so anyway, this Thursday
we're going to Sora Florita's to make burritos! YAY burritos!

All right! That's all
for now folks! This church is true! I know that Joseph Smith was a prophet and
the Book of Mormon is the word of God. Keep the Faith!
Sora Rivera
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