beans beans the magical fruit.

My idea for the cover of my photog project went down the drain after I realized that I had spent 85 percent of Thursday class making book cloth only to find out that it shrivled up and died over the weekend. I spent my break putting together my creative allison juices and made a different cover, that I actually like better. What would a Tuesday lunch be without dried fruit and a hot Anna's sandwich, well it just wouldn't be a Tuesday afternoon. Obviously it was a beautiful (but cold) sunny day and I had to stay inside to finish my work. We had our crit for our slide film and the commi-hippie loved it. She reminded us of a little side project that we were supposed to do for her. At the beginning of the semester she told us that we had to keep a journal of our experience abroad and obviously I have been keeping up with it. Today she told us that we would have to turn in our journals but that we were allowed to cross out all parts that we didn't want her to read. I am pretty sure it would be a not soo good idea to leave in any part of my posts with the words "freaky, hippie, commi, long haired, freak" in my journal. I am going to have to work on trying to figure out what to keep and what to delete. Guess what I ate for dinner? No not Anna's, even better, LENTILS. We even let our roommate have stab at it. Yesterday when were cooking the beans, Emily's mom suggested we put the rest of the their parmeasean rhine into our soup for extra flavoring and last night we couldn't find it, so we assumed it had melted. So today when our roommate asked us what we had put in the soup we told her chicken, potatoes, mushrooms and onions. It looked like she was having a difficult time cutting something in the soup and I asked her what she was cutting up in the soup because nothing was that hard to break apart. She took a bite of the soup and goes "Oh that wasn't chicken or a potato, I am not sure what is but it tasted like cheese". Our roommate found the hidden cheese rhine and for her prize, we told her that she could have as much lental soup as she wanted. We couldn't stop giggling. Art school party tonight. Project due Thursday. The mid-night owl kicked us out at 11 tonight. She is so scary looking, I want to scream just looking at her face. 

i thought sundays were good days to do nothing, but when it is easter, mondays are also good to do really nothing.

Reunited with the Gorilla at last, I hardly recognized the hairy beast. The Gorilla and I planned a very productive day full of eating dried fruit to going to two muesums, lunches, journaling at coffee shops, farting, talking, you know the typical Gorilla and sidekick things. We made it to the central market to get our dried fruit only to discover that frotto was not serving up his tasty fruity delights and that the entire market was closed. You could say that that was the first thing that put a damper on the day of production. As we were walking to head to the first museum, La Specula, located on the other side of the river, it started to rain. Obviously, the minute I step out of the warm shelter it starts to rain. You could say this was the second thing that put an ended to the pro-part of our day. Minorly freaking out and more sad that the market was closed than our feet were sopping wet, we decided maybe that we should rethink our day of activities. We made the executive decision that we should probably go get lunch before we went to any museum because god for bid we might possibly get hungry during the museum and then we wouldn't be able to concentrate. Considering the amount of food I have devoured in the past two weeks, it would probably be very very slim chance, that my body would actually cave in and get hungry because I am pretty sure I still have Romanian remains tucked some where. I wanted to take the Gorilla to my new found lunch place, Birbra. Being the Jew on Easter I convinced the Gorilla that it just had to be open. Now freezing and wet standing in front of the gates of Birba, I realized that maybe the Gorilla does know a thing or two. This could be strike three on the day. Then some serioius decision making time was needed. Well if Birbra was closed than maybe that meant that a majority of the restaurants were also closed. We walked down the street, Anna's was closed, so then we came to a conclusion that nothing would be open, however, our two favorite places (besides the open market dried fruit stand and Anna's) the centro and the euro store were still open. The fact that they were open solitified my whole theory about them being owned by the mafia. Just like the Jews, there is no way the Mafia celebrates easter. They need money. Our entire day turned a full 360. We came to the conclusion that we were just going to cook our own lunch. Thanks to Mama and Papa I. we now had stolen jams from the hotels free breakfast and Costco organic peanut butter dragged all the way from the States. While at the centro we also decided that we might as well buy food for dinner since we knew that our day full of museums was going to turn into a day in our cozy beds sipping coffee and listening to music. I guess in some way you could say our room is like a museum. It houses some of the worlds most interesting smells, scientists might be able to make a major break through with these odors. And we have a miny petting Zoo, I mean come on I  sleep next to the Gorilla and she doesn't mind if you pet her and she loves it when you feed her. I mainly chuck things at her and she likes that too. Lentils, blackeyed pea soup with Chicken, onions, potatoes, mushrooms, celery and carrots thrown together like stone soup would do for dinner on cold Monday night when the world (the world being my world of Italian restaurants were closed for jesus day) Without hesitation we headed to the euro store to pick up gummies in substitue for dried fruit. Somehow we had convinced ourselves that eating gummies was probably just as bad as eating dried fruit, so why not, perche no. We toasted PB J's, cut them in half fourth grade style, chopped up apples and dipped them in peanut butter with a big glass of peach ice tea to chase everything down. From after lunch until 7 oclock was a big haze. I just remember sitting in my bed catching up on life, pictures, blog-ness and then I realized it was 7 oclock and that I thought I might have bed sores. The Gorilla and I once had a fear of getting old and having bed sores sophomore year when we spent more than 100 hours working on an animation and this long period of sitting brought me back to those terrifying days. Scary. Scary Scary. Emily's family came over for dinner and it was sure an interesting family dinner. At the beginning of the semester Emily was looking at the pictures on the Gorilla's wall and there was a picture of one of the boys the Gorilla took care of in Ethiopia, and Emily goes, "Oh, you have a black brother too?". The Gorilla and I chuckled and we still chuckle now. What a weird way of asking someone if they had a brother. For a while we wondered if Emily's parents were mixed, even though she is white as whitey tidies. We had to explain to her that it was the Gorilla's friend from Ethiopia. But anyway we were able to meet Emily's "black" brother, even though after much thought, we realized he is not black at all and his skin is just more olive color than Emily's. We tried to avoid getting in the way of the fam, aka. we pretty much stayed in our room until we got hungry at 7 and our bed sores were really starting to soar. We picked up three bags of beans at the Centro, not too sure how much they would make, and we put them all in a pot. An hour later we had enough beans to feed an army and an entire town. We had to take out an entire tupperwear's portion just so we would have enough room to fit the other ingrediants. This is bad news bears, really bad but it looks like we are going to be eating lentils for breakfast lunch and dinner for the next week. We all know I should probably keep my bean intake to a minumum but I can't let good food go to waste. Dinner clean up and then back in my bed for writing and looking and things like tooting. The Gorilla couldn't fall asleep so I told her a good night story about a magic rock (a Mama I. original) and she fell right asleep. She will never admit this and I don't want the world to know, but she too snores. We are both vicitums to the clogged noses and vibrating throats.