For breakfast one day, my roommate Amanda and I made french toast and homefries for our homestay family.
Our family was really excited that we wanted to spend more time with them and to try American food! One day I asked them if they liked American food and they said "Oh yes, we love french fries and hamburgers". Sigh. That is what I figured they thought American food was like, and I guess that is what our country projects. What food is really American, anyway?
My host mother hovered over us with a little notebook/recipe book and wrote down every little thing that we did (even the mistakes) - it was so cute. I def want to get some of her recipes as well.
So we put everything out in platters so people could help themselves and they just kind of blinked and smiled at us, expectantly and hungrily. Haha. Yeah. In Ecuador, as I'm sure with many south american countries, you get served with your plate already full. So we served them, realized we forgot the juice, and my host sister hated everything, and my host mother hasn't used the maple syrup since. And then we played Bingo - All in all a very successful Sunday morning.
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