Chivo guisado and arroz con coco for The Boy’s Birthday

I spent last Sunday afternoon cooking with The Boy. We made chivo guisado (goat stew), arroz con coco and guandules (coconut rice with pigeon peas), and potato salad. He ate until he nearly burst. I was pleased. Few things make me happier than watching those I love enjoy my food.
1-cooking-goat

2-stewed-goat

3-coconut-rice

4-potato-salad

For dessert, we had pineapple and carrot spiced cake. Then, the next morning, I warmed up a piece of cake, crumbled it, and had it with passion fruit tea. My mind can still taste all the spicy fruity yum.
5-cake-and-tea

It was a great Sunday—love, food, laughter…—the best. What have you been up to, my Wicked Luvs?

P.S. When it comes to cooking, I use the eyeball method. So here are links for similar Dominican recipes, from Simple, by Clara: Chivo Guisado Picante (Spicy Goat Meat Stew), Moro de Guandules con Coco (Rice, Pigeon Peas and Coconut), and Ensalada Rusa (“Russian” Potato Salad).

Never Underestimate an Old Man Who Is Also a U.S. Veteran

I’m not very good at the art of journaling on time… Well, not unless it has to do with hospital stuff, in which case I have no choice. When it comes to recording (and sharing) life’s bits, I like to take my time. Not just because I can be mildly lazy, but because I like to digest experiences before I write them out.

That’s the reason why I’ve yet to write a post about our recent trips to Salt Lake City and Friday Harbor. We went to Utah to celebrate my Father-in-Law’s 90th birthday. The picture below is not from the celebration, but do I need a reason to share the fantastic t-shirt my Mother-in-Law got for her love?
Never Underestimate an Old Man

It was wonderful to see my Piano Man share a bit of scotch with his parents…
Scotch

…and rage about a certain wild-haired politician with his father.
William and Grandpa

There was time for with visiting old friends…
Old Friends

…and sharing fun anecdotes with former colleagues.
Old Colleagues

No hometown visitor should go without ice cream…
Grandma and Grandpa

…or without paying their respects to those who have gone before.
Graveyard in Utah

After Salt Lake City, we flew… drove… ferried… to Friday Harbor. I’ll save those details for future posts. All this mind-travel can be quite exhausting. We were so tired on our way to the island, too. Most of my bits were issuing wild curses into the wind. Except my teeth… my teeth never got the memo.
Magaly and William, 8-9-16