Earlier today I gave in and bought some Midwest comfort food, since I'm going to miss it at home this year: corn. Fresh, roasted corn on the cob. I was really excited, because I've seen street vendors with the stuff for the last couple of weeks but wasn't sure I wanted to risk it.
It's not Illinois corn, but it should hold me over for a while. They have a bunch of ears of corn in the husks on their little carts, and then they unwrap one and roast it IN the coals, fanning it with this little thing, and then wipe it down and put lime and salt on it, and there you go. I was pumped. Real, fresh corn!
Sadly, it could have been cooked a little longer. The flavor was good, but the texture left something to be desired. Oh well. So it goes; you take what you can get.
Speaking of taking what you can get, all of the chips and snacks here are masala flavor. Observe:
On an unrelated note, here are some cows chilling in the road for you:
Where do you suppose this garage door goes?
Here are a couple bits of writing my students did:
And finally, a couple of pretty landscapes:
It's not Illinois corn, but it should hold me over for a while. They have a bunch of ears of corn in the husks on their little carts, and then they unwrap one and roast it IN the coals, fanning it with this little thing, and then wipe it down and put lime and salt on it, and there you go. I was pumped. Real, fresh corn!
Sadly, it could have been cooked a little longer. The flavor was good, but the texture left something to be desired. Oh well. So it goes; you take what you can get.
Speaking of taking what you can get, all of the chips and snacks here are masala flavor. Observe:
On an unrelated note, here are some cows chilling in the road for you:
Where do you suppose this garage door goes?
Here are a couple bits of writing my students did:
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| "La," in Tibetan, is an honorific added to the end of a person's name to show respect. |
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