We have enough interest that the Peep Show will go on! It will be smaller than previous years, but that is okay. :)
All-O-ver, Ol-i-vore . . . we're learning that Oliver's name has some fun mispronunciations.
Also, ask him what is name is and this is what you'll hear: "My name is Oli . . . Oli . . . Oliv . . . Oli . . . I don't know."
Here I am at SFO. Again. What should have been a 40 minute layover has turned into a 5 hour layover with merely a possibility of getting on the red-eye at 10:30. Flying standby. And if I don't get on the standby flight . . . they tell me my next shot at JFK isn't for 24 hours. Yeah. So let's hope that doesn't happen. And if I don't get on standby, well, there's got to be another way home.
S: Oliver, Is Mom a child of God?
O: Yes!
S: No, Mom is a grown up!
The one night -- ever -- when Micah and I get to bed at 10:00 and could, feasibly, get 9 hours of uninterrupted sleep, Simon wakes up crying inexplicably at midnight and can't go back to sleep, Oliver falls out of bed, and we're all out a couple of hours of sleep. Clearly we need to never try to go to to bed early. It's the only way to get a good night's sleep around here.
I don’t think it is a secret that people out here like to eat. A lot. So it should be no surprise that BYU-H’s FoodFest is probably the second most well-attended community event, right after any and all Kahuku High School football games. They have a FoodFest at least once a semester. All the school’s clubs make food that is representative in some way of the club and then they sell them for tickets, which cost 50 cents a piece. Most of the clubs are nationality based: Thai Club, Samoan Club, Indian Club, etc., although there are clubs like Badminton, Diving, Exercise Science, and English as well. We were persuaded by Micah’s intern to go to FoodFest last night because of the possibility of getting tasty Thai food for cheap. We got there late, knowing that most o
f the clubs start dropping their prices as closing time approaches, but were dismayed that the Thai club’s food was the most expensive, and Jay, our hookup, was nowhere to be found. After circling the party a few times to get a feel for what was there and how much it would cost, we blew two dollars on four tickets (I know, I know, we were splurging, give us a break) and started haggling with some of the more desperate clubs. Singapore gave us three cans of juice for one ticket, and a take home box of mapo tofu for another ticket. India had roti advertised for 2 tickets, and we thought that was a worthwhile investment, knowing that Sister Rama, our first landlady in
Laie, sells roti for $2 on payday. We waited around for 15 waiting for a fresh batch (since they were all out when we got there), only to find out that they were not selling roti stuffed with curry like we were used to, but just the tortilla-like wrap portion. You win some, you lose some. Fortunately, we ran into a friend whose eyes were bigger than her stomach and had a peanut butter rice crispy square weighing her down. We gladly eased her burden. And just as we were about to leave, Jay the Intern, came to our rescue, and, as promised, hooked us up with some tasty Thai coconut rice with mango. Mmmm mmmm good. Not a bad haul for 2 dollars, when all is said and done.
*Yea! We got the pictures working.
So fun! Sheesh… wish I could get a dinner like that for 2 bucks! Hope you enjoyed it.
What exactly is roti?
Roti means bread in some southeast Asian countries, I believe. It’s a flat bread, like a tortilla. In fact, it looks like a tortilla and is made with the same ingredients, but it tastes a little bit different. As I said, they often fill it with curry and serve it like a burrito. That was what I was expecting, but I just got a piece of bread instead.