Tastes of Home

I'm craving maduros

and if anyone doesn't know

maduros are the life source of any Latino household

they are what people secretly love, more than rice and beans

more than Adobo, Sazon, and cans upon cans of Goya beans and salchichas

If any of these things are foreign to you, please go to the closest

Latin restaurant and enlighten yourself

what makes me sad is that,

when I google 'maduros', I get a lot of porn....

if anyone walks by me in the library and happens to look at my computer

they are going to think I'm being dirty while reading my

extremely boring book entitled Higher Education and the Color Line

I love eggs, but I feel so oppressed when I desperately wait

for there to be omelets all day so I could finally have a meal

I'm going to drag myself to Stop & Shop

to buy some platanos and canola oil, and get to frying up maduros in the kitchen

just like my momma would do,

maybe I'll even play some salsa

and wear a tiny nightgown

so I could be just like her.

In other news, the wonderful freshman baker just brought me a blondie,

with M&Ms in it, right to my desk at the library

Angels in the Library [Fresh(man) Baked Goods]

I love life right now

a little while ago

I was attempting to understand synesthsia and phantom limbs

whilst tackling a statistics assignment in Excel

when I got a frantic phone call at the library desk

it was a poor girl and she said "is there anyone there that can help me with Excel?"

she's probably an English major, or better yet, a Religion major

with no concept of what math is anymore

taking intro Econ

puts a smile on my face to know

I'm not in this boat alone

the next great thing that happened?

I found a book called

The Bagel:The Surprising History of a Modest Bread

which got my foodie senses tingling

and made me miss Astoria, home of the best, fattest bagels

just when I started feeling a growl rising in my stomach

a freshman from my dorm came over to the library, like a savior

and brought me a perfect square of apple crumble,

this isn't your run of the mill freshman

this is a supreme lady baker freshman angel

(she's out of this world cute: think neon pink berets and scuba masks)

who concocts delicious baked goods every single day

I hear a quiet knock on my door every night at around 8,

at peak study time, while I'm jamming to some JLO,

and she's there with a new treat

so far I've had to die for walnut banana bread

(I'm such a sucker for walnuts)

strawberry cupcakes,

oatmeal, chocolate chip peanut butter cookies

(the chocolate was gooey just like on TV)

and apple walnut bread,

the food gods sent her to live in my dorm

to help me combat the blues I get from

not being able to watch the Food Network

The library is poorly lit

(which is why I can't sit at my desk without getting sleepy crossed eyes)

so the crumble doesn't read in a photo as the shining beacon it truly was

but it saved me.