PUPPIES!

Deeda:
Mabel:

Brewski number twoski

Well, it was bound to happen: I would neglect the blog. Anyhoo, a few things have happened in recent weeks: 1) Shea and I have adopted some puppies that he found in the middle of the road and thought were horse shit until they moved. Their names are Mabel and Deeda (short for Perdida). They are adorable little muts with black bodies and white paws. Mabel is furry and Deeda is short-haired. Deeda is the alpha and Mabel is a massive clutz who always starts the fights but can't win them. 2) I have bought my ticket to get the the F*%$ out of here on April 23rd. USA! USA! Urbaninity! USA! 3) Shea's foot gets grodier and grodier looking as it heals but that is, apparently, a good sign. 4) We've had two reporters, one from BA and one for the Sydney Herald, come through to write articles about La Confluencia. Both articles are forthcoming in the next month. 5) Shea and I have another Brewski in the works--a Belgian Strong. The last one was so tasty we had to see if it was beginners luck or straight skillz.

That's it on the news front. On the the existential side, I'm wondering what to do with myself when I get back to the states and am open to your suggestions. Cooking is definitely a love but I remain unconvinced that it is the best direction for my long-term happiness. Ever met a chef that's not overworked, easily pissed off and generally resentful of people outside the business? No? Me neither. And well, considering the amount of time I spend pissed off by all the oblivious and trifling people around me that "don't get it" and are clearly "f*&#ing idiots," I think I might be headed in that direction... So, let me know what you think.

XO,
C

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Well, what a month. The Holidays ended with a new year and a full house. The Confluencia was packed with four families and their respective gremlins. I made a lot of kid-friendly items: pizza party, lasagnas, massive chocolate and dulce de leche cakes. The group left raving about the place, the the service and the food: two thumbs up. The day after they left, Shea organized a rafting cruise for a group of us down the river. We needed a vehicle at the "put in" and the "take out" so Shea drove the motorcycle and we followed in the truck.

Without having to relive the whole thing, I'll tell you that we (in the truck) pulled up to an accident on the road ahead to find that it was Shea on the asphalt in a puddle of blood screaming and crying. His foot was a mangled mess but the rest of him was fine (phew, considering he catapulted himself over a car at 40 mph). After offending the doctor's teeny-weeny egoes here in Bolson by asking for a second opinion, he was kicked out of the hospital and loaded up on pain killers for a drive to Buenos Aires (the doctors refused to sign waivers allowing him to fly) Anyhoo, thank the LAWD he went up there because the doctors in BA were able to do in one surgery what the doctors here said would take five.

So, he's up there recovering and I'm down here cooking and trying to manage my stress levels.

I leave you with some pictures of simpler and yummier times (the cherry tree is no longer fruiting :( ):