Tangled Thoughts

The taco stand

Christina

April 26, 2012

I have always had this weird fear of the condiment stand at the taco shop. Something about it has always intimidated me beyond belief.

No matter how hard I try, I always spill stuff all over myself, the stand, the counter, and pretty much anyone/thing withing a five mile radius.

All this combined with the angry mobs of people in line behind me waiting for ME to finish, and its safe to say that the condiment stand is my least favorite place to “Hang out.”

But since its a favorite place to eat in my family, and its near impossible to eat a taco without something from the condiment stand, I often find myself making a complicated mess out of a simple container of salsa. Seriously, why cant they just offer to put it on the taco FOR me?

There I stood, awkwardly trying to extract some salsa and olives from the stand when I heard a voice from behind…

I did what anyone in my position would have done and turned to see if she was talking to me – fearing something was wrong with MY eye!

Instead I turned to see a man, and a woman.

“Didnt you hear?” The man started…”They took my eye!”

And with that, the man reach for his eye and flicked it from his socket.

The man laughed, the woman let out a shriek and the eye rolled around by itself…unattended, keeping an eye on itself. The condiments and I stood frozen in place.

I took my tacos and hurried out while the two-eyed woman gave the one-eyed man a lecture on taking his eye out, in public.

As for me? It just cemented in my mind why I hate the condiment stand. And it also explains why I only got 1/2 a cup of olives.

You Capture: Sun

Christina

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April 23, 2012

It doesn’t ever seem to matter where I go, to me, there is no prettier place on earth (that I have yet to see) than Alaska on a sunny day. Maybe its because we endure so much harsh (ha) weather. Maybe its because of the winters, the rain, the storms. The dark afternoons. I don’t know. But when the sun peaks out – there is no place I would rather be, than outside…dancing around soaking it up…That being said, I was fully prepared to capture some of our lovely “Liquid sunshine” – and got a cool surprise, two days of sun! Of course at first, I was mad! Mad! At sun! Because it kind of ruined my plan…but then I realize…wait a second…sun…SUN…SUN! And quickly got over myself.

See? Pure beauty!

What is that BLINDINGLY bright light?!

Is it? Could it be?

SUN!

Salmonberry Blossoms, drowning in the sun!

Good-bye for now, Sun. Until tomorrow.

Tamale Pie

Christina

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April 21, 2012

1 lb ground hamburger
1 onion, chopped
2 cloves of garlic
1-2 tsp chili powder
1 cup corn
1 cup salsa
1/2 cup enchilada sauce (you can substitute salsa and sauce for 1 can diced tomatoes)
1 can chopped olives
1 cup grated cheese
Cornbread (recipe here)

Brown hamburger, onion, garlic and chili powder.
Add corn, salsa, sauce, and olives. Cook until heated.

Make cornbread batter in separate bowl, according to directions.
Pour meat mixture into oven safe dish, cover in cheese.

Add cornbread mixture to top, smooth over.

Bake at 350 for 30-35 minutes or until cornbread is done.

Adventures with Kiosk

Christina

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April 20, 2012

Once upon a time I went to pay some bills. It was a routine stop. A stack of bills ready to be paid. The lady behind the desk instructed me to go use the KISOK machine. A new contraption that was taking over the world, and her job.

I approached the machine, unsure of what to expect.

It looked innocent enough, but I knew the truth behind the words.

Against my better judgement, I gave it all the information it demanded.

I gave the machine my check and waited, just as it was commanding. And waited…and waited some more until finally…

The machine commanded yet another payment, having not “received” the first!

At that point I had no idea what to do. The kiosk had stolen my money! As I stood there, arguing with the machine, the machines owner appeared.

Assuming I didnt know what I was doing, he decided to show me how it was done. The kiosk decided now would be a good time to behave.

But even well behaved machines dont work right ALL the time. The owner asked for my payment. I pointed at Kiosk.

Kiosk was having none of it.

At first the man didnt believe me. Assuming I was making false accusations about his machine. He asked for his keys.

I looked away as the man opened the Kiosk and looked inside of him.

Inside the most inner parts of Kiosk, the man would learn the truth.

The man, finding my check lodged in Kiosk, apologized saying this never happens…It was now up to him to show me how to correctly use the machine.

Only this time…the machine refused to even acknowledge our existence!

The man was deeply hurt by his machine. But like all good owners continued to support it by telling me that this NEVER happens and that he was going to have to call it in. And that he would use it as a training opportunity, for future Kiosks to come. Then he took me back to the counter where I had started my journey, and admitted defeat. All was once again, well with the world.

Such is life!

Christina

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April 19, 2012

A long time ago…a little trillian was born. It didnt mean much to me at the time, I was busy with other things. But I did pause long enough to atleast acknowledge her existence.

Over time, she grew and grew. I, however. Stopped growing. Eventually, I was outgrown.

Then came the awkward age where the kid became bigger and taller than I was. And had no fear showing off. Its amazing I was not crushed beneath the hugs at times.

Eventually, however, this stage too was outgrown. And one day, this trillian drove off in a car!