We were living at his Dad's home, in his bedroom, and I was looking for a place to rent. We had gone to San Pedro Sula, a two hour bus ride away, and I had bought a hot plate. So I set up my "kitchen" in our room...on a book shelf.
The next thing I did was go by-my-self..to the pulperia(convenience store) next door.
I DID NOT SPEAK SPANISH!!!
But I was really good at pointing!!! So I go in search of some cookware -or at least a pot...
Along the top row of the shelves at the counter of the pulperia, were the most amazing pots, and pans I had ever seen!! All beautifully painted enamel ware....I was so excited!
I chose a small white pot with flowers painted on it. It even had a lid!
So I bought some potato's, and headed home.
Now, when I lived in Miami I knew how to make spaghetti, and cornbread...that's about it. But I knew that boiling potato's couldn't be that hard- and after two weeks of beans, tortillas,and eggs, I needed a break!
So I went home and boiled me some potato's! I was so proud of myself!!!
I was siting on the front porch eating a boiled potato when "HE" got home. He said "where did you get that?" I proudly said-"I MADE IT!!!!"
So he had to see, and so did his sister Nelly.....
We go into the bedroom and I show them my new "kitchen"--------
I thought she was laughing at meeeeeeeeeee.
But then I hear him say....Oh NO HONEY!!!!
That pots not for COOKING.........
THAT'S A POO POO POT!!!!!!!!!
nelly was outside throwing up.
I told him I bought a NEW pot, and I didn't care!
The potato's were good- and the pot was NEW- so what was the problem?
Finally he agreed, and we sat on the porch,and had the first meal I had prepared for us..And a good laugh!!!
Nelly passed on joining us!!
I used the POO POT for many years , and it always brought me a smile!
