café da manhã- American Style

Recently I have been trying out my hand in the kitchen.  I am definately not a Brazilian Chef as I have many things to learn yet and I am deathly afraid of the Pressure Cooker.  I am making mexican food, italian food and tomorrow I will make the house Breakfast- American Style.  It is so great to cook for my family now because the same types of food are prepared differently here and it is kind of new to them. This makes cooking fun again because at home cooking the same things can get tiring. 
On the Menue:
2 Fried Eggs
Bacon
Toast
Juice

On saturday I am going to make Spaghetti for my friends family.  This is Fun!

Lost in Translation

Trying to be understood in a Foreign Country is somewhat impossible.  My intentions are good and I have love in my heart, but even this cannot be translated.  My mom would say that I have always wanted to be understood… really understood as if you were in my shoes and wearing my glasses.  This has always been so frustrating for me that I could hardly stand life at times.  This need has followed me 34 years into the future and now I realize by being in Brasil that not only is it difficult to really walk in someone’s shoes but now my words are clouded by culture and translation at times.  Not all words have the same meaning here. 

For an example; one time when my husband I were fighting & I said he was being a jerk.  I thought that word would be better than to call him than asshole.  However I found out that he would have preferred that.