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This is a photo I took while I was in Miami Beach. It has been a couple of years. Then again, I think I went there last year. Yesterday, my mother had a bizarre munchie. We were talking about the past a lot and how I had acquired a taste for salad. When I was in middle school, nobody ate at the salad bar.
I would eat there because the food was cheaper. Also, they allowed you to fill your plate as much as possible. I would eat the tuna and a lot of gelatin. By the time lunch came, I was like super hungry. Even a salad was found edible. I slowly developed an ancient taste for it.
I was also not big on waiting in lines. It was pretty annoying around the edges. Anyhow, my mother wanted to make a panatela. It is a type of sweet treat. It is made with eggs, flour, sugar and vanilla. I think this is all the ingredients. Normally, people make it in the oven.
We decided to make it in a pressure cooker. It ended up coming out somewhat burned. The problem was that mother putted the heat too up. It caused it to burn the sides. We still need practice to get it right. Still, I at least know how to make merengue. I like merengue a lot.
I used to eat it often when I was a little kid, and then again some more as an adult. I think we need that non stick spray. For now, we are going to wait a bit. At first, we wanted to invite some douches to come over and do the Xmas thing with us. In the end, we decided not to.
The change was caused when we saw a lot of news about people killing their family members. People tend to do plenty out of compromise. They then kill each other, because neither had the common sense to go their separate ways. If you cannot stand living with another fellow, there is no need to kill that person.
Just walk away, move to another part of the country. Honesty is a must, and there are some relationships that work best from long distance. This is in a nutshell how I ended up not speaking to the main bulk of my family. They were all thankless bastards, so we decided not to speak to one another ever.
Just thinking about it inspires a lot of negative emotions. From here on out, I will extend the same courtesy they have always offered me. Whenever there was a party or a gathering, they always only spoke with my brother. My uncles tended to pretend I did not exist.
Still, this lack of treatment is something that I am used to. Even when spoken to, I could tell they were not really interested in my answer. This is why I just gave flat hollow answers. Most people just like to have empty, pointless conversations.
It is almost as if they are afraid of being left alone with their own rotten thoughts. I can do just fine by my lonesome. I have not want for company. Still, if I get bored of not speaking, I can always talk to my good friend, my bro.
It is rare that your brother is your friend. As long as I have my mom and my brother, I haven’t the need to make any new friends. Even if I were to get somewhat bored of them, I would probably get a dog or a cat, or maybe a new doll. Well, see you around then.