Blogging Challenge Week #5 Activity #1

When my family has dinner, it is a little different than regular American food. On special occasions my mom makes Dominican food. We make empanadas,rice and gondolas and carne guisada (beef stew). I think that empanadas are my favorite. They are filled with beef and wrapped with a dough.It takes a lot of concentration to make these. Mostly because you have to season the meat and watch how long it cooks.Also the dough that we use is very fragile so you have to be careful when wrapping the beef in the dough.  

 Then we have my grandmother. She is Italian and makes Italian food all the time. My favorite is her pasta with meat sauce. When I watch her cook it I get bored because it takes so long to make. But I know that’s it’s worth waiting because it’s so good! My Grandmother uses a secret recipe that has been pasted down from her mother.  But in the end I love both foods!

 

beef empanadas jules via Compfigh Fusilli Bolognese su-lin via Compfight

 

Ski House – By Cormac

Ski House

One day, I was sitting on a couch reading a comic book. The couch was surprisingly comfortable, and I was really relaxed.  I was up in Copake, only 10 or 20 minutes from Catamount Mountain.  If you don’t know, Catamount is a wonderful ski area that my family loves.  My family had rented a ski house, so we would be able to ski all the time.

As I was sitting, the fire suddenly started to crackle and pop.  I love the way the air smells faintly of smoke, reminding me strangely of summer!… As I looked up, my dad was eagerly playing on his iPad.  I knew my sister was in the loft, reading as well.  My mom was cooking.  Right then and there it smelled a little bit like charcoal, but it was starting to smell like homemade cooking.

I looked out through the porch towards the pretty immense lake, sitting behind the house.  The lake had been partly drained because people wanted the get the invasive species taking home in the lake out.  So, of course, our dock hovered four feet out in the air.  Which I thought was pretty cool.  My dad looked up as the ladder to the loft creaked.  My sister came down the ladder.  It was warm, and I felt the pillow under my back as I layed back down.  For some reason, I’ve always had a soft spot for pillows.  I really liked this house. It smelled like new house-whatever that actually smells like.

The fire was starting to die, and it was almost time to leave for dinner. My mom had started to cook chili. Unfortunately, we couldn’t eat it, because the house we were staying at had everything other than a can opener.  Otherwise, it was really fun, and I had a good time!  I can’t wait to go this coming weekend.  So yeah, we’re going to Otto’s Hillsdale Country Diner.