FunkyPlaid and I feasted on arepas plus a whole passel of other great food at Teote tonight. Oddly enough, the taste of arepas always transports me not to Nicaragua or Colombia but to Scotland. My friend Juliana would make them for us for lunch after we tromped through the woods of East Lothian with her two mini dachshunds. I’m missing that right now.
Writing from: my study in Portland. Listening to: “Catedral” by Francisca Valenzuela.