How in the %@$! did it get to be May?
Last I remember I was sitting at the Starbucks in Obregon wondering why I could not get a peppermint mocha and suddenly I wake up and it is May.
And it is hot now and the tourists are gone and the black hooded orioles went with them, town is quiet at night and our air conditioner is not working properly.
At night you can hear ice cracking inside of it.
Senor says this is not true and it is not a problem for him.
He must be losing his hearing because I am going to be a problem for him if he does not get it fixed.
This happened last year, too, and it only got repaired when water started pouring out of it over my side of the bed.
Enough of that business.
Look what I have.
Of course it is real!
How can you question that?
We went to Elektra here in Alamos and looked at stoves.
Then Senor and I drove to Navojoa and looked at stoves.
Then we drove to Obregon and looked at stoves.
We found one in Home Depot, put it in the back end of the car and drove it home.
Whooweeee, that was a twelve hour day.
I went to Elektra the following day to pay our phone bill and saw the exact stove we bought in Obregon.
Not only was it 3 minutes from our house, it was a lot less expensive.
No, it is not hooked up.
But look below where Senor is doing all the stuff you have to do to hook up a propane stove.
How does he know how to do this?
I don't know.
He just does.
When I am cooking I will be looking at all this pretty sala in the photo below.
Until it is ready, my 2 burner hot plate and my little toaster oven and the big asador in the yard can put out some real good meals.
Not too long ago we put two big geese on the spit and had thirty-two people at our dining tables.
Life is good.
Que le vaya bien.