viva chicken salad This stuff with the little kids of the neighborhood hounding Juniper is kinda getting out of hand. They are over here all the time. It's insane. One of them actually started rifling through my refrigerator yesterday, looking for chocolate milk. I told her that I didn't have any milk, but that she could nurse off me, and chase it with some chocolate syrup. Okay, well, I didn't say that. The good thing that has come out of this is that I've finally met the Cuban people across the street, because they're the family of the ringleader of the girls. I have this vision of making carne asada and inviting them all over to eat and listen to salsa music, and the grandmother can tell me what it was like to live through the revolution. Although, since she's here, I'm guessing she's not Castro's biggest fan. It will probably never happen, but it's closer to happening now than it ever was. |