This blog entry is not going to be my typical happy and perky entry, instead, I am going to write about something that had taken over my head and in a really sad way, since few days ago. Last week, after having dinner with my brother, he brought his tablet to the table and showed me a Youtube video by Vox, about the security border issues going on the Northern side of the world. I feel the necessity of talking about this issue, because it is happening in the country I was born and grew up, and just because I don’t live there anymore, it is not stopping me for caring about it. So let me explain:
I used to be in a band when I attended church, it must had being when I was in middle school. I was the main vocalist of the band, but this is not what I want to go with this story, because I am still a terrible singer, and who cares of my failure attempt of becoming a singer. What I want to tell from this story is how one day during the band practice, the pastor’s son-in-law, who was also the band’s director and coach, gathered me and the members of the band altogether, and made us sat in front of a tiny PC monitor, and played us a Youtube video. Back then, I just thought that what I was watching was just a twenty-one minute video of a man with a creepy moustache, singing on stage. Just a simple concert I said to myself. But this video, turns out that is one of the greatest moment of the Rock and Roll history; the band of Queen performing their biggest hits, in front of their biggest audience, or perhaps, any audience ever. It is ashame that I didn’t know who Queen was back then, but what can I do, I was young and young people know nothing, am I right?
When I was in 11th grade, I had to read a book for my literature class. And after reading the book, the teacher asked the class to do a book report project. We could either choose to make an art about the theme of the book we read, or wrtite a short story or an essay, or whatever creative thing that it occured to us. I went to picked up a book in my school’s library, and I came across “The Secret Garden” book by Frances Hodgson Brunette, the librarian told me it was a beautiful book and that I should definetely read it. The book was a children’s book, yet, I must have being 17 or 18, and I still loved it very much. It was easy to read, and at the same time, abundantly magical. I remember I was reading the book during lunch time, and a senior student came to me and commentted that the book was really good, but it was for babies. Anyway, after I finished the book, I wonder what kind of project would be good to do, and I thought why not a poem. So, here’s the poem, that I wrote by the inspiration of a beautiful book I read in eleven grade.
One of my favorite food, in this entire world, is the chimichanga. I tried chimichangas once, and that was enough for me to fell in love with it. I would do anything to go back to Guatemala, and go to the restaurant 5 Elementos, and have that vegetarian chimichanga for one more time, like for real! If you don’t know what chimichangas are, just get out! Chimichangas are like the greatest thing that has ever existed, plus, Deadpool’s favorite foods are the chimichangas; this is the only reason that I love Marvels.
Well, one day I had came up with a great idea, “why not make my own chimichanga?” So I did it! And here is the process of how I achieved a legit, but not as legit as 5 Elementos’ chimichanga.
I’m home alone, with no mother bossing around. So it means COOKING TIME! I had bananas from the previous picnic I went, and I don’t felt like eating raw bananas. In my opinion, bananas are overrated, for some reason they are popular all around the world, but for me, they are not the most mind blowing fruit.
Jeon is a Korean traditional food, mostly eaten during Chuseok week. I love jeon, it is one of the food that I remember, while I grew up. My mom made the best jeon I had ever tasted. Unfortunately, because I am a vegetarian, trying to go vegan, I had to find another way to celebrate Chuseok without consuming meat. So, I did! I substituded any recipe that had meat on it with tofu. I prepared one of my favorite jeon, which is the perilla jeon.
This week, is Chuseok week, which means, an entire free week without responsabilities. Chuseok is a Holiday, as American may known it as Thanksgiving, and Latinos as Día de Los Muertos. It is a holiday honoring our ancestors, see! Just like día de los muertos! Because I never got to meet, or see my biological ancestors, including my grandparents, it is hard for me to pay them my respects, even though I grew up hearing stories about them. So, I decided to pay my respect for the once who I used to know and respect, but they are no longer in this world. Those people would be: