begrudging

I've been holding a grudge for 2 months now. I'm usually incapable of staying angry for longer than a day, but I've made an exception in this case.

My favorite part of visiting a foriegn country is trying the local desserts everywhere I go. But, thanks to one poisoned empanada, I spent my last 4 days in Peru lying in bed and on the bathroom floor while Erin went on her own Peruvian dessert tour. I tried to make a Tres Leches cake today, but it's just not the same. It turns out that Americans aren't that good at making foriegn food. Which honestly came as a huge shock to me since the food from Los Hermanos and Chevys really tastes just exactly like what I ate in Mexico. (Insert sarcasm here.)

So, yeah, I'm still mad at that empanada. And I'm not planning on forgiving it anytime soon. So take that!