Fritters and France and Friends(?!), Oh My!

I'm in the middle of cooking this recipe (oddly enough, I'm doing it almost word-for-word, which is really weird for me!), and thinking about my exchange. If you didn't know, I'm going to france at the end of this month (the twenty-ninth), and will have almost no chances to blog while I'm there. The company I'm going with strongly advises against brining my computer. I'll get into that another day, though.

Anyway, I bring my exchange partner back for August (we'll call her JR for the sake of argument), and I'm sort of worried about what she'll think of us here. From all accounts, French mothers are the cooks, laundresses, housekeepers. (I was told not to panic if my clothes disappeared, it probably means that Mom JR has taken them to clean…!)

Here, though, I cook, if anyone does. I do most of my own laundry (when it's not sitting in a heap, waiting to be folded). I don't rely on my mother for everything….

What spurred this on, though, was the thought of my 'cooking clothes.' Anyone would say they strongly resemble 'workout clothes'…probably because they're the same. When I'm cooking, I'm usually choreographing, too. I dance my way through chopping, mixing and baking; all with loud (generally latin and/or Zumba) music blasting. I'm sure I look a fright—chop-chop-shimmy-bounce-bounce-slice-pour-twirl!

So, if you walked in on that, what would your first response be?

Exercise-Cure

So, I figured out why I'm so flipping tired all the time: I haven't been exercising. I've been putting it off, so I can study, then relax after. Silly me—I should remember that I always feel better after working out. I'm actually working on a new choreography for my future-Zumba® class. I'm going to have so many songs, and only be licensed for a few of them. I'll need to get a SOCAN license as soon as I can (first I need a name for my 'company,') so I can do all these songs that I love and want to teach! Nothing against the registered Zumba songs, but as a student I always got—still do get—a kick out of the songs I can sing along to, and understand, in English.

So, I guess that I'll have to clean my running shoes up from the Press Run a few weeks ago, and show up for my class Wednesday night. It'll be so much better for me…!!