The story of the running cheese.

Yesterday I helped Elisa bake empanadas for about 3 hours, while taking breaks to watch parts of a futbol game on the tele.

Today, I was in charge of lunch. I should have cooked lasagna with Rodrigo, but he somehow got out of his responsibility and subbed Elisa in his place. I prepared lunch with Elisa for 2 hours this morning. Usually Haydee is in the kitchen slaving away, but she has church class on Sunday mornings, so Elisa or Rodrigo cook every Sunday. Now I am also part of the Sunday obligatory cooking.

We prepared lasagna with meat, carrots, onion, tomato sauce & cream sauce, noodles, and cheese. It was a long and strenuous process.

At one point when Elisa and I were cooking, we were interrupted by a ring at the door. We yelled at Rodrigo at answer it. He yelled at Elisa to come and see who it was.

Elisa went to go meet him or her and then returned to look inside the refrigerator. Then she yelled for me, "Ven Cori! el Queso! el Queso!" (Come cori, the cheese! the cheese!)

I was very confused at this. I asked her if she wanted cheese and she said yes. I couldn't understand why she would want me to bring the cheese outside..maybe for a homeless person I thought?! I had no idea, but she continued to yell for me ....and for cheese?

When I went outside, Elisa was talking with a man who had arrived by car. His trunk was open but I could not see what was inside. Both Elisa and this man were looking at me with puzzled faces, like "what the hell are you doing?!"

They burst into laughter and showed me to the trunk. The trunk was filled with speciality cheese. Elisa explained to me that this guy was a very good friend of hers and stops by periodically to sell homemade cheese. They thought it was very very hilarious that I had brought our pre-sliced cheese on a plate to him outside!!!

I didn't know !! ha ha.

I ran the plate back inside blushing in fuchsia. Rodrigo was oblivious to my queso blunder because he was immersed in the Sunday paper. But inevitably, everyone soon found out about this story and I was the butt of their laughter.