Yummy lunch!

Today is Wednesday—and I’m writing this post on Saturday—so lo siento, my memories are no longer very accurate.

This morning, my sister was able to drive us. Once at the bakery, I started the day by melting chocolate to paint the tart shells. Then, I separated the ripe raspberries from the green and not-so-pretty ones. After that, I took some mini lemon cakes out of the freezer to glaze and decorate them.

Melanie taught me how to do it: just take the cold mini cake, dip it into the glaze, shake off the excess, and place it on the rack. You have to do them five at a time and quickly zest some lemon on top before the glaze dries. Before taking the tray to the dispatch room, we have to label it with the letter "L" to differentiate it from the orange cakes, which have zest of the same color.

Then, Melanie glazed a few loaf carrot cakes, and I sprinkled some dehydrated carrot on top—not too much, not too little, and without wasting any, since it takes four hours to make! I ended the day doing - guess what? Filling mini silicon molds with lemon batter. Anyway, I did different things today, yay!

My sister went to the bakery to pick me up, and when we got home, she had already prepared lunch. Since she was feeling better, she had enough energy to make a mouthwatering meal. She made chicken seasoned with oregano, lemon zest, black pepper, and olive oil. She also had made rice with corn and a cucumber-tomato salad. We ate together like old times.  It was 100 out of 10—absolutely delicious!

In the afternoon, I went with my mom to my doctor’s appointment because of my insufferable polycystic ovary condition. The plan was to meet there since my mom was coming straight from work, and I took the bus. I left home at 4:20. When I got there, they were only on patient #7, and we had #20. It was finally our turn at 6:20, but I knew it would be quick. The doctor ordered a lot of hormonal tests and an ultrasound (which I hate) to check how many cysts I had. Five minutes later, we were done.

We took a taxi, but since no taxis want to go all the way to our neighborhood (I can’t blame them—last week, a woman was murdered by hitmen), we had to ask the driver to drop us off at a grocery store. We took the opportunity to buy some cassava bread for dinner. Then, we caught a tricimoto that dropped us off right at our house. My sister welcomed us happily, and we had pan de yuca for dinner.

Pdta: Estoy feli porque mi ñaña ya está mejor. Y ha descubierto que el orégano no solo sirve para hacer té. De ahora en adelante, pollo sazonado con orégano y limón. Qué rico!