Thursday, January 29, 2015

Thursday, January 22, 2015

A Proper Cup of Coffee (to be read aloud, preferably with an audience)

They say that a proper cup of coffee from a proper copper coffee pot is all that I want. If all I want is a proper cup of coffee from a proper copper coffee pot then I should buy a proper copper coffee pot  to make my proper cup of coffee.

Well I didn't buy a proper copper coffee pot to make my proper cup of coffee but I did buy something to make a proper cup of coffee. To make my proper cup of coffee  I bought a French press, also known as a press pot or a coffee press.

So to make a proper cup of coffee from a proper coffee press, you put the proper coffee in the proper coffee press, fill with pleasantly piping water and practice patience. Once your proper coffee is properly coffee'd, properly press your coffee press' press to produce your proper cup of coffee from your proper coffee press. Pour your proper coffee from you proper coffee press into your proper coffee cup and properly cherish your new proper coffee press.


If you made it thorough this post, you deserve a proper cup of coffee.

Stay cheerful, friends.

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

I'm Sorry, Was I Standing In Your Way?

To the woman on the L5 today at 5:10,

If my presence on the metro is an inconvenience to you, you are welcome to pay for me to take a taxi to work.

If my holding on to the handrail so as not to risk falling down or bumping into anyone while on my short ride to my class is an inconvenience to you, you are welcome to pay for me to take a taxi to work.

And finally, if my body is in the space in which you deem necessary to occupy with your own body, and that of your friend, you are welcome to pay for me to take a taxi to work.

Otherwise, I will thank you to not try to walk through my body or any of my limbs while getting on the metro.

Sincerely,

The person who you tried to walk through today.



Yes, this actually happened. I would love to just call her the B-word and get on with my day, but this is actually how people here are. They have no concept of the people around them, and no consideration for the space they occupy and how that might affect the people around them. Just last week, I had a person put their arm, literally, infront of my face in order to hold on to the handrail in the metro.. Just ask dude, I don't want your arm hair tickling my nose. Also, its a full metro, so relax, your arm sweat is also not appealing.

The people here grow up without being told to mind the other people sharing space with them. Children are let free in restaurants and on metros, free to swing around, or run around, bump into things or people and not apologize. Just last week, again, a student of mine who is five kicked me in the shin. Her mother, standing right there, said the girl's name in a gentle warning voice and turned to me to apologize. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!  If that was me and I kicked someone infront of my parents, I would be scolded, made to apologize and sent to the corner for a time out. All this kid got was an eye-roll. WHAT IS THAT GOING TO TEACH ANYONE?!

So I guess when I get angry at inconsiderate people on the metro, my response shouldn't be "some people, geez!" it should be "I'm sorry your parents did a terrible job of raising you, but could you grow up and get a clue?"

*sigh* and that is why I choose to walk with the wanderers on the sidewalk most of the time.

Saturday, January 17, 2015

Morning Coffee

Living in Barcelona is wonderful. There is sun every day and no snow in the winter. Don't get me wrong, it's still cold, but it isn't so cold you can't go outside without adding a layer to every part of your body.

On cold mornings (well, most mornings), I like to wake up and have a coffee. If I could, I would have Starbucks latte's every day, or a cafĂ© con leche, or some other fancy coffee. Since I can't afford that on my measly teacher's salary, I have adapted the usual double-double to suit me.

Coffee (if I had something to make drip coffee, I would do that, but instant is what I have to deal with for now)

Milk (a generous amount)

Honey or Maple Syrup (sweetness the way it was meant to be)

Cinnamon

Yes, I now add cinnamon to my coffee. It is wonderful. I have been debating experimenting with cayenne pepper as well, as I know that the Mayans put that in their hot chocolate to add some spice and it is delicious! (Soma Chocolates in Toronto's Distillery District does it and it is amazing!) So what happens when you put cayenne into coffee? We'll have to wait and see. For now, I'm enjoying cinnamon!

What do you add to your coffee?

Thursday, January 15, 2015

Bacon-Wrapped Lifestyle


Bacon-Wrapped Pears.

With goat cheese.

And Cinnamon.

That is all.

I would just like to take this moment to remind you all that bacon makes everything better. Everything. You're having a bad day? Eat some bacon. You need a pick-me-up? Eat some bacon.
Not enough salt in your diet? Eat some bacon. Your class/ boss/ teacher/ husband/ wife/ brother/ sister/ boyfriend/ girlfriend/ third cousin once removed/ neighbour/ mechanic/ dentist/ therapist is giving you grief? Eat some bacon. You ate too much chocolate? You should have eaten bacon.

Cucumber.

Cream cheese.

Hot sauce.

Bacon.

If ever anyone wants to make something better, bacon is the answer. Pizza: Bacon. Baked Potato: Bacon. Sandwich: Bacon. Ice Cream: Bacon (and maple syrup... just saying). Steak: wrap it in bacon.

Seriously, anything that can be baked should be wrapped in bacon. Or have bacon sprinkled on it. There are even Caesars that come with bacon. I'm not kidding.

So when you next go to the grocery store, don't forget the bacon!

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Blah Blah Blog

I bought coloured pens yesterday! There are six of them, all different colours!

They remind me of grades 6-10 where everything in my life was colour-coded by pen- homework, letters to friends, cards, notes passed in class (shhhh), my day planner and anything else that needed to be written down.

Wonderful!

Live happy people!

Rude about Food

Well, I don't really have much to say today. Except that it seems that I have to work on my acceptance of things being "the way they are".

Yesterday I had the worst experience I have ever had in a restaurant, EVER. Including working in one, and dealing with irate customers, screaming kids and Hockey teams.

My friend and I sat down, and ordered dos cervezas, una patatas bravas para mi, y un espegetti bolognas para ello. The two beers came after about five minutes. The spaghetti came about ten minutes after that, and the server (who is also the owner) just dropped it off with no words and didn't even look at us. Ten minutes after that, I went to ask about my bravas. "Umm.. patatas bravas" "Si, si, bravas." with a casual wave as if to say I'm pestering here and its about to be at my table and why am I so impatient? So a few minutes later, it finally arrives. Thankfully my friend didn't wait for my food to arrive to start because otherwise his food would be cold.

The cook who dropped off my food (which is literally deep fried potato with a sauce on it) didn't apologize for the wait, or ask my friend how his food was.

The first bite I took was not cooked. It was firm in the middle. How disappointing!

I understand that it is not the culture here to tip, so I am not paying for the smile and service that I do in North America. I get that. But when did serving food in a restaurant become just so casual? I don't need a smile to enjoy my food, but being asked if there is anything else I need would be nice, and communication from the staff that my food is going to take 3x longer than my friends would also be appreciated.

I love Spain, but the standards for food service is undeniable shameful. I am a foodie, and all food experiences should be wonderful. You have ruined bravas for me. No Bueno.