Once a year, Beza's cousins from San Sebastian have a cousin gathering. They arrange to go to a sidreria (cider brewery) for dinner. It usually happens around February because cider brewery restaurant season is from the end of January to the end of March.
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The breweries dedicate themselves to making cider all year round and only open the kitchen to the public for two months while the cider is fermenting. You get all-you-can-drink cider straight from the barrel and there are usually at least three or four barrels, with up to thousands of litres capacity. Apparently the menu is always the same- tortilla de bacalao (cod omelette), bacalao (cod), chuleton (fat, juicy steak) and dessert of cheese, walnuts, almond biscuits and flutely biscuity things.
I had an awesome time and ate heaps. We were a group of ten in the end because some cousins couldn't make it. Some of his cousins don't eat too much so I got to stuff myself.
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I've been making lots of things recently to relieve my stress because I swear some of the kids in my classes are terrorists in training. I made a dog iTouch cover for Beza, a cat phone cover for Ana, two cheesecakes (one for us, though it made me sick from all the dairy and one for Beza's family for Saturday lunch), a tofu cheesecake (which I ate most of because it apparently doesn't taste so nice compared to a philly cheese cheesecake), a sheep finger puppet, bread rolls and random food that looked interesting.
This week I intend to attempt a pavlova and macaroons, the pretty, colourful ones. And if I have time, foccacia bread, lemon fingers, potato pizza and any other food I plan to make for my birthday.
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I got my first ever Valentine's Day rose! I didn't actually get it on Valentine's Day, but I liked it so much more because it was a surprise and Beza didn't pay a ridiculously inflated price. Plus I'm an anti-Valentine's Day shrew. In my Valentine's Day presentation for my classes, I always tell the kids the true story behind Valentine's Day, about the priest who got stoned and beheaded. I also like to add some gory graphics just to be positive the kids get the message.
1 comment:
I like this rose. it make me remember those years when I first arrived Brasil and help my uncle's flower shop on the ' dia de namorada ' or ' valentine day '. marcos.
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