It’s time for another monthly favourites!
To be honest I was about to “retire” this section of the blog because I felt you people…yes YOU… weren’t that exited or wasn’t something that caught your attention. Until last month, where my monthly favourites was almost the most view post of the month. So I’m going to give it another go, if it goes well or if you want them to stay, I will continue with my favorites if not, we can consider this one…the last one. Let’s start!
Looks like Le Boyfriend keeps finding great TV shows to watch. Now that we are finally done with Dexter I guess we were needing a bit of blood. (Just kidding) Hannibal is focus on Will Graham, who is a criminal profiler with such a vivid imagination he can put himself in the mind of the killer to find them and it’s psychiatrist Hannibal Lecter, brilliant forensic psychiatrist, culinarian… and a cannibalistic serial killer. If you have a free night give it a go. (Though it might not be a good idea if you are impressionable)
If you ask an Argentinian to describe another Argentinian there are two possible outcomes:
We are cocky, we think we are the best on anything and we can talk ourselves from any situation. We are eternal pessimists, that’s why we always see the glass half empty and because of our unfortunate economic history we believe that makes us experts in matters such as politics and economy. For that reason we will always complain, complain about the job market, food and gas prices, politicians, security, TV shows, weather, etc. we love to complain.
on the other hand… (and I’d like to put myself in this group)
Some may say we know how to enjoy the little things in life, we have fun (that’s why many bands want to go to play to Arg. we are a great crowd) We love to spend time with family and friends, slow down, unwind, eat long lunches, spend the necessary time getting the “Asado” ready, sit down and have a glass of wine or spend entire afternoons chatting and drinking ‘mate’ with friends. Might be the Italian roots, but food bring us together. Because “Life is not a Pastafrola” (Life is not a piece of cake), we are melancholics, we know it, but we will make the most of it.
I’ve been doing some serious thinking, and you may remember that at the beginning of the month I wrote a blog post on the things I would want to do on February, but I realized that not everything is possible and it would be really complicated and boring to you to read one post on what do I want to do and another on “if I’ve done it”. So, as from now I will do one post at the end of each month on my monthly favourites.
Let it go! Let it go!
Thank you Disney. It’s been a while since I enjoyed an animated movie like this one. One get used to the old Disney classics that are focused on Love at first sight, were the bad guys are really bad, and the good one…well.. they are snow-white, a lot of singing and everyone searching for the same thing: Love. But lately Disney films are changing, the character a much more real, the reactions are more real, in Tangled you have one character that wonders why everyone just starts singing suddenly and in Frozen you have one character asked over and over again why would she marry someone she literary just met. [Message or my sister: Go watch it… no no, stop what ever you are doing…and go watch it]
Given that my laziness stuck again and I couldn’t move my butt two blocks away to go to the lantern festival (the night part of it) I was left with no blog post for today. And since I promised I was going to do at least two posts per week I feel the need to at least share something.
So… when I first moved to new zealand (over a year ago…) Le Boyfriend took me for dinner with some argentinian friends, they all had the same thing to say. No, it was not welcome or some tips on what to do in the city, it was “In the first 7 months you are going to gain 14 pounds (7 kilos).” Nice huh? I’d just finish my university thesis and due to stress, nerves and pretty much Zombie Living for a few months I had lost a considerable amount of weight, so I was determined to keep it that way, no matter what they said.
To my surprise I didn’t consider that here the food is different from Argentina, the cheeses and milk are heavier, the bread slices are thicker and there is a cheeky little place called Burger Fuel, that for all of you healthy eaters….is hell. So after those 7 months I gained almost 20 pounds (10 kilos) I’ve been slowly trying to get back to my usual weight by trying to do more home cooked meals instead of take out and by going to the gym, but I didn’t take it really seriously and the truth is, I can try 500 diets but I really don’t know what I’m doing.
Luckily, a month ago a friend of a friend came to live to new zealand (I don’t think you have noticed….but we are pretty much invading the island) and she is a nutritionist, so Le Boyfriend and I asked her if she could set a diet for us and help us track our progress. I was prepared for the worst, like a month of iceberg lettuce eating and forbidden foods but she actually came up with a diet that we can “create ourselves” she just gave us food combination and portions. So I’ve been trying my best in the kitchen to come up with some tasty dishes that are part of the diet. And as for now Le boyfriend lost 2 kilos and I lost 1.5 in a week, so I guess something is working.
What do you think of my cooking skills?
As of today, I have been officially one whole year on kiwi soil.
I have seen a lot of Argentinians and Latin American people in Auckland in the past few months, not only my personal group of friends, but on the streets, the beach, etc.. And lately I’ve been feeling that once we leave our country we began to fall into a pattern. I know not everyone might feel the same, so this is my sole opinion.
It’s like no matter the circumstances we left our country (good or bad), we begin to get homesick and start doing absolutely everything we can to feel closer to home; every stereotypical thing from our country. Getting together and watching football or rugby matches every time our team plays, know by heart which days each market has a stall of argentinian empanadas, getting to the darkest convenience store and cut deals with the dodgy store manager to be the first one to get Dulce de Leche or Palmitos (palm trees hearts) drink Mates, or my case, do all of them.
I have followed every step of the How to become the perfect argentinian in 10 simple steps imaginary book and did absolutely everything I either hated doing back home or just didn’t enjoy, specially….drinking mates. For all non-southamerican readers: The mate is a traditional South American drink and It is prepared from steeping dried leaves yerba mate in hot water, served with a metal straw from a shared hollow gourd. Its tradition to share the mates and if you are within a group of people they all use the same gourd.