Cooking lesson

Today was tiring at school. I hadn’t slept well and the whole block the school is on had no power. No power meant no air conditioning in small very hot rooms. And that all makes for a bad place from which to deal with the subjunctive.

Anyway, after school we had a cooking lesson which was fun. We cooked tostadas tinga de pollo, which apparently a common afternoon snack in Mexico. The basic process is to shred some roast chicken and onion. Fry them up and add a sauce of tomatoes and chilli. You then take a tostada (flat, crisp bread) smear some refried beans on it, pop a generous dollop of your chicken mix on, and then ad some spots of cream. It’s tasty, but a bit tricky to eat without dripping sauce all over the place.

This evening I walked the length of Avenida Qunita. The far Northern end is very local; not so pretty, but with a sense that this is a place people actually live – there were lots of dogs about. Nine kilometres in the heat and I felt like I’d had some exercise and so will, hopefully, sleep better tonight.