So here I am, writing one of my rare and much anticipated (by whom I don't know, but it makes me feel better to say that) blog posts, and today's topic is...burritos! Yep, that's right, this reluctant blogger has come out of her shell to talk about food. I can't help it. It was the first time I had a burrito since I left the states in May 2007, and it was AMAZING.
When I lived in the states I did like mexican food, but it wasn't one of my ultimate favourites, and I got sick of always going out to eat at mexican restaurants when I lived in Tucson, Arizona. I'd take chinese food over mexican any day really. Here though, mexican food is quite difficult to find. I have seen a couple mexican restaurants, but we haven't ever been to one. One of the restaurant chains here, Spur (which funnily enough has a Native American theme) has some "mexican" entrees, but after having the nachos and quesadillas, I can definitely say it's NOT mexican food. It's much less mexican food than Taco Bell, or tex mex, or pretty much anything, it tastes decent, but not remotely mexican. So when Raoul made burritos yesterday, and they actually DID taste pretty authentic, I was extremely impressed. (Raoul said he doesn't think he's ever seen me so enthusiastic about food...backed up by the fact I'm now blogging about it.) I was really impressed by the tortillas. They were really good, and they tasted like the ones we got in Tucson....they were expensive, but worth it. We couldn't find chili powder, cumin, or oregano at the shop here in Muizenberg, but I'm pretty sure we could get at least chili powder and probably oregano at a bigger shop. We wound up with cayenne pepper and a mix of "italian" herbs, but they made good substitutions.
It's funny what little things hit you when you're living overseas. I've actually found it extremely easy to immigrate- this is my home now, no questions about it. Whenever anyone hears that I'm from the states (through my accent or from someone telling them), they always ask me if it's been hard for me, or if I'm terribly homesick, and I can honestly say that I'm not. Of course there are people and things that I miss at times, but I definitely don't have a longing to be back. In fact, one of my friends who's also from the states is going back for a visit for the next couple weeks and asked me if there was anything I'd like her to bring back for me. It took me quite a while to think of anything. (I finally asked for Reese's Peanut Butter Cups and mint M&M's.) It's like there are lots of things that they have in the states that we don't have here, but I don't NEED any of them, or desperately miss any of them.
It's quite funny, I remember on tour with the Continental Singers most of the group was quite homesick for the states after our two weeks in Europe. I was one of the (very) few that wasn't. Mom always said "home is where you hang your hat", and I think I've pretty much adopted that philosophy as well. Since I actually don't have any hats at the moment, I'll agree with Pumba (The Lion King) that, "Home is where your rump rests."