MICAYLA 

Thursday, April 2nd, 2015

After being here for 3 months, there are a small number of things I've come to miss and one of those things is having a typical American breakfast. So in order to share American culture with my sweet Señora, Marisa, (and of course have an excuse to eat pancakes) I ventured all over Sevilla in search for pancake mix and maple syrup. Good 'ole El Corte Ingles came in clutch and provided me with all the materials I'd need, down to the M&M's and blueberries to fill the pancakes with. (They literally have everything.) 

 

Once I brought everything back to being cooking, my Señora got excited at the idea of having brunch and whipped up some typical Spanish fried eggs and universally loved bacon. She called up her sister from the 6th floor, and soon enough, the cultural boundaries were being broken down with a couple of pancakes (or “pan-kay-kay” as she pronounces it) and lots of laughs over my burnt first couple of tries.