The way to my heart...

...is certainly, without even the slightest bit of doubt, through my stomach. The most recent person to discover this is one of my roommates, Sunny. A 51 year-old displaced New Mexican and former gormet chef, Sunny can also add to her Bio that she is my new best friend. We've worked out a pretty good system: she cooks, I wash the dishes. In the three weeks that the two of us have been living at Hilltop House, she has cooked (and I have eaten) the following:
- Fish tacos, with shark, mahi-mahi, and telapia...accompanied by hand-made flour and corn tortillas, black beans, shredded cheese, and 5 different sauces and salsas of varying degrees of hotness.
- Ostrich (which tastes more like beef than bird), with sauteed cabbage and refried beans with sun-dried tomatoes
- Marinated salmon and flounder
- 6 different loaves of homemade bread, from baguettes to sourdoughs
- homemade cinnamon rolls
- an unnamed strawberry desert with cream, champagne, and a cinnamon cracker/cookie
- homemade flan
She's soon to teach me how to make sushi and pad thai, among other things. We'll see how that goes...I bet I'll end up just doing the dishes.