In cooking class this afternoon we made quesadillas, including pounding the masa into a flat circle. I was in charge of de-seeding the chile and managed to get some of the burning little seeds on my upper lip and face. I don’t think I am meant to be in the kitchen. Vickie, my teacher, will agree.
In addition, to making flor de calabasa (squash blossom) quesadillas, we reviewed vocabulary for the kitchen (verbs like boil and liquify and nouns like dishes and pans) and for the various herbs and foods we will eat (including raisins/pasas, cilantro, cebolla/onion, and so forth).
The kitchen is a good place to test out our conversation, but we had a few new people today, so we got in a bit of trouble for switching to English. Vickie said, “It would be nice to know what you are all talking about,” and we instantly knew to return to the slower process of getting acquainted in Spanish.
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