and Summer Jogs

I forgot how hot southern summers could be here.  I have been hearing peoples’ complaints and thinking to myself, “It can’t be worse than the Honduran North Coast.”  It can’t be worse than a sunny, hot, humid, breeze-less day with no electrical power to allow your ceiling and floor fans to cool you off for a few seconds.  It can’t get any worse than that.  But, once upon a time, it actually felt worse… at lest to me.

A few Saturdays ago while husband took the kids on an outdoor adventure, I stayed home to enjoy a quiet morning.  Then I decided to drive to a trail along our city’s river for a 45 minute jog.  It was around 10:30 a.m. when I began; but twenty minutes later, I was exhausted!  I arrived to one of the bridges, slowly picked up my legs to cross it, walked halfway across the bridge when I realized I was too tired to keep on going.  That is when I decided to turn around.  I did never made it to the other side of bridge or jog the 45 minutes I had set my mind to jog.

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and Tortillas de Harina

Unfortunately, for the longest time, I had believed the myth that a Honduran woman had to have special hands to be able to make flour tortillas.  And since I grew up in the south-central region of Honduras, I never learned to make flour tortillas.  When I moved up north, I was told by a northern-coastal lady:  “You are not a real  Honduran woman if you do not know how to make flour tortillas.”  But in the seven years of living in the north coast, I never really learned how to make flour tortillas; therefore, I never really felt like I was a true Honduran woman.

But…  I moved back to the United States of America and I HAVE LEARNED HOW TO MAKE FLOUR TORTILLAS!!!!!!  ¡Eso!  One of my dear American friends provided me with the best flour tortilla recipe ever!  Here it is: Continue reading