Last night I had a craving for Costa Rican breakfast. In case you don't know what that is, it consists of black beans, rice, eggs, and avocado. It is best served with "sock coffee" and Lizano sauce. Sock coffee is not nearly as disgusting as it sounds. I'll explain all about sock coffee tomorrow when I can include a picture of the aparatus used to make it, but for now, it's just really strong coffee. Lizano sauce is like Costa Rican ketchup, not so much in the recipe, but as in they put it on everything. It's the most amazing condiment you'll ever taste. Timmy was talking about it for weeks before we left for our trip. We brought a bottle back, but that is loooong gone now.
Now, its amazing that I had the foresight to think about Costa Rican breakfast last night because that gave me a chance to soak the beans overnight. I refuse to use canned beans, ever. They're mushy and from an ecological stand point, dried beans are the way to go. Lighter to ship, less gasoline to get them to the grocery store, less packaging. However, you have to plan ahead for beans which is contrary to the american ideal of I want it now and I want it in disposable packaging. No fuss, no muss! But I digress....
Sylvan, the amazing chewing kitty, put cramp in my morning when I woke up at 5:02am to hear him gnawing on what I presume was one of my library books. This was after he jumped on my stomach and my totally full bladder and wouldn't lay down and I pushed him off the bed. I am guessing this was retaliation chewing which is different than the "i love you and I want to chew on your nose, your clothes, or your fingers" chewing. So, I threw a pillow at him (I am now armed with 6 of them and Tim was out of town so I had access to ALL of them), I threw another one, I sleepily swatted my arm over the bed and finally I had to get up to pee and was wide awake. I thought about getting up at this point, but frankly, its hard to get out of bed when its still dark out. I read for about a half hour until I was kinda sleepy again and then figured I'd snooze until my alarm went off at 6:40am. Sometime around 7:45am I woke up, looked over my mountain of pillows and squinted to see that the little red dot was NOT lit up, so that means I changed the alarm, but did not so much set it. They are far more effective when you actually set them.
At this point, I am way more tired that I was at 5am. I made it down the stairs, turned on the tea pot and the beans to cook. Being way more tired I decided that rice was no longer crucial to Costa Rican breakfast. I made my tea, I started waking up and got myself ready to come to market. Which I had to be here earlier than usual because I am watching the Nuts About Granola stand in addition to mine. That is because she is on her way back from the Daytime Emmy Awards where they were part of the schwag bag and got to help hand them out (bitch!). I am very happy for Sarah and her skillful promotion of herself (ahem, media hound) and ability to get in the news everytime she turns around (damn, photogenic 23 year old bitch!). Sarah, if you're reading this, I'm just kidding....
Where was I? Costa Rican breakfast, right-o. I had to leave for market and the beans weren't quite done, but I threw some into a container, put my scrambled eggs on top, added a dab of A-1 sauce (which is the closest thing America has to Lizano sauce), grabbed an avocado out of the fridge and ran out the door. Of course, when I run out the door like that I invariably forget something. Today it was the cashbox. This is a common one and usually I can make due pretty well with change that I have in my wallet, but today I am watching my stand and Sarah's stand, and Heather's (The Plant Lady) stand because her son has a fever. But so far, so good. Thank you folks with exact change today!
And back to the worst Costa Rican breakfast ever. Beans, like I said, not quite cooked, not crunchy, just a little more firm than they should be. My avocado, which I did the squeeze test, was not as ripe as I thought. Actually, it was really, really firm. I wasn't able to get the pit out and I was generally massacring the thing all over the granola stand. Again, Sarah, if you're reading this, I am just kidding....
And I was eating it in York, PA which also puts a bit of a damper on the delight that is Costa Rican breakfast.
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