Helmets and Peanut Butter
You know you had too much to drink the night before when you are laying in bed, wishing, just wishing you had an empty bottle by your bed. The thought process, the self-convincing thought process, that it would actually be a really good idea if I could just relieve myself into a bottle to avoid the headache that is sure to come. Last night, bueno, last night was a good night.
I just wish I remembered it…
This morning I walked into a kitchen that showed off why one shouldn’t mix Tecate beer with Johnny Walker Black.
Peanut butter, from what I am sure you know, is (for the most part) a staple item in the American household. I acquired a taste for this brown cream by visiting the homes of friends as a child. In a drunken rampage, it seems that peanut butter becomes one of the main ingredients of my hunger. Of course, there is a Guatemalan twist…
My kitchen is a mess. Just a mess. The extra large, extra chunky container was left open and I found pieces of dried papaya inside the container. It seems that dried papaya, in this Guatemalan household, replaces the American celery used as a dipping utensil. My face cringed when I saw what I was eating, but then I decided to try it. In truth, not bad. Not bad at all.
There were also flour tortillas lying on the counter. Please note that everything that I had seemed to be half eaten. In this instance, I decided that it would be a good idea to have tortilla, chunky peanut butter, honey and pieces of avocado. From the half-eaten state of this feast, I wasn’t sure if I should try it sober. Well, you only live once and I figured that nothing could hurt as badly as my head. Luckily, it was delicious. The tortilla is a genius item that I believe you can combine with anything. Combine avocado and peanut butter and you have what is possibly one of the greatest snacks known to man.
I will not claim to be the first to combine these items as a snack, but will only say that it is damn good. Not fresh flan good, but damn good.
I even thought about eating in a healthy manner yesterday. I found this out by the lonely red pepper left untouched on my counter. I have no idea what my thought process was, but I’m sure that it involved some peanut butter dipping.
Where was Miguel in all of this? When I woke up this afternoon, he was passed out underneath a table wearing a motorcycle helmet and a soccer ball in his arms. He was also wearing both of his socks as gloves because his hands get cold when he sleeps. Why the motorcycle helmet?
Sometimes, I just don’t ask.