After the success of the Lebanase pizza, my boyfriend wanted to give homemade muhammara a try, an experiment that I was highly supportive of in spite of his total inability to pronounce its name. It turned out awesome, and it was just what I needed after another day of stress trying to sort out my contract.
Focusing on the positive, my class from cuarto defied all the odds and came to class with some adorable powerpoints prepared about graffitti, whatsapp and Vicente Calderon stadium. Plus 2 of my 3 private classes today were cancelled. woo!