A White Christmas

So this was our Christmas Eve:


Started out with a light dusting. But quickly turned into this:


That’s Adan running out to play in the snow.

20171225_160710 I know that if you predictably have cold winters every year and especially if you were buried in snow over Christmas, this seems tragic and dreary. But we live in Mexico and Adan had never seen snow like this before so to us, it was spectacular.



20171228_174926Apart from frolicking in the snow, we partook of all those other Christmas activities that I so love: watching movies, eating non-stop, catching up with people, enjoying the fireplace.20171227_120104






20171224_142018And then, here is Adan doing some very Idaho-specific Christmas activities:

Or rather, posing with some Idaho-specific props in this case.

20171229_165135Naturally, Matt and Daria took him shooting:20171229_165117



20171229_154324We had such a good time!

And because it just seems fitting to make resolutions and set goals during this time of year, here are mine:IMG_0226 I guess I am not one of those “Go big or go home” people. For me, it’s always go home. Home is great. Why would anyone want to go big?


Every little bit counts

We have only put up a few strings of lights so far but even so, I feel like every tiny effort puts me in a more celebratory mood.

IMG_0215We are trying to decide whether to put up a tree this year. Part of me is hesitating because we will be in Idaho for the actual holiday but isn’t that such a Scrooge-y attitude to take? Part of me is also wondering whether I should just cave and buy a fake tree because it might be more convenient if we will be gone for a week. But then in the midst of all this holiday contemplation, I stop to ask myself what should be the most important question: WWJD?

He would, of course, encourage me to get a tree. Get a real tree. Also, to reread A Christmas Carol. Watch Elf. Pray. Drink hot chocolate.

I’m going to get right on that.


Plan F: Further Thoughts On Food



There is this common complaint among Korean wives. They lament the fact that their husbands and families devour meals in a fraction of the time that it took to actually prepare them. Now, I now that this is a fairly common sentiment for most people that cook, either professionally or as an amateur but it does feel especially true for Koreans because Korean food is highly labor intensive. I don’t make Korean food at home. Still, I would say on average it takes me longer to preheat the oven than for Adan to eat what comes out of it.

When we go out to eat, we usually order, get our food, and are finished before any of the tables around us. Including those groups arrived before us. We got really excited once at the Waffle House because an entire family was seated after us and got up before us. That is, until we realized that they had ordered their food to go. Is there a 12-step support group for fast eaters? And seriously, who orders waffles to go?

What constitutes healthy eating? And other random musings on food


There is this well-known weight loss advice that goes: Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince, and dinner like a pauper.

On the weekends, Adan and I adjust that saying ever so slightly and end up eating breakfast like a king, lunch like an emperor, and dinner like a dictator.

So we eat a lot. But do we eat healthy? Well, compared to Willy Wonka and the average college student, yes. Compared to other adults of our age? Not sure how we stack up. During the week, I meal plan and stick to the million different ways to cook with chicken or prepare pasta, and usually vegetables. We don’t eat red meat often and for a few years stopped eating processed meats altogether (with the exception of bacon for obvious reasons, namely because it makes me feel like heaven is a place on earth). We don’t keep soda or chips in the house, we don’t drink juice or eat processed foods much. But dessert does make a near nightly appearance at our home.

As to eating schedules, there is one and it is not forgiving. I must always eat lunch exactly 4 and a half to 5 hours after breakfast. Between breakfast and lunch, there is a little bit more leeway but that is because I usually snack every hour on the hour. I try not to veer from the routine because hunger changes me. It takes me to dark places. Adan calls it “being a baby” (presumably because I throw fits and become highly volatile–no offense to all the even-tempered babies out there), whereas I call it “suffering from low blood pressure.”

90% of my conversations with other people revolve around food. In fact, sometimes when I feel anxious or depressed or the world we are living in makes no sense, I will start to think about what I am going to eat the next day for each meal, and for some reason that soothes me. It is a meditation of sorts.

Lame jokes are the best

There are a lot of retired Americans and Canadians living in Ajijic.

Sometimes when Adan and I go there, I will occasionally overhear a conversation in Spanish, and I catch myself thinking, “I wonder where they’re from?”

Which reminds me of a joke I once heard: What is the difference between Miami and Cancun?

In Miami, they speak Spanish.