Hello Mother, Hello Father,
Here I am at Camp Food Blogger. Camp is so much fun. I’m having a great time again this year.
Today I woke up and walked to the Chaka Restaurant for breakfast all by myself. My new flip flops hurt my feet, so I took them off. No one yelled at me. Breakfast was good. I mean really really good — gordita and guacamole with fresh fruit kind of good!
Yesterday the chefs taught us how to make food. One of the chefs, a really cute one, Xavier (and yes, they’re ALL cute) made something with a duck liver! I haven’t seen any ducks around here, but I’ve heard a couple of monkeys and some big big birds. Don’t worry, I’m not going to get bitten by them and anyway, you made me get all those shots this year so I’m fine.
Then he took out some fruits and vegetables I’ve never seen in our refrigerator at home and he made this foam stuff and he put it on these curly-q spoons and served it and then … he ATE some! He ate vegetables and duck liver!
He’s brave AND cute! I think I’m going to move here and marry him. I tasted it and loved it and we can eat foie gras anytime we feel like it and it doesn’t cost anything! The counselors tell us that this is an “all inclusive” resort and I don’t know what that means, but I know that I can order a “Chocolate Monkey” drink anytime I want and it has this funny taste, but it makes me feel really good and it’s really really good! Oh yeah, and they gave me a thumb drive with the recipes so I’ll put them up here and you can make it too! Their mommies and daddies really taught them how to share. They did a good job. I guess that’s what “all inclusive” means, huh?
Then these other chefs — these guys with these French accents and big smiles cooked these vegetables and pretty much raw tuna! That was COOL! Did you have raw tuna when you went to camp in the Adirondacks with those other girls from Long Island with the long, straight hair and painted fingernails for 8 weeks every summer?
Last night we had dinner in a Molecular Gastronomy restaurant and I was so scared and I cried a little and wanted to call you, but you know the camp rules — no talking to mommy and daddy until Visitor’s Weekend. So I walked into the restaurant and put on my brave face and ate things like Puroppudapatata Soup with Smoked Ham and Pequeño Croquettes and Volcanic Ash Ice Cream and another ice cream that one girl said tasted just like Limoncello — whatever that is. She sounded so braggy.
But mostly I’m making great new friends and renewing friendships with girls and boys from last year and I’m learning stuff. And my counselors are really nice again this year and they help me a lot. I know I shouldn’t Tweet this blog post but haven’t created another Twitter account to announce new blog posts yet so I’m kinda breaking the rules tonight, but I’ll get better. I’m sure they won’t mind.
Well, I have to go now. We’re having a special dinner with our counselors at Frida, the Mexican restaurant at the beach and I don’t want to be late. It’s so good there! One of the counselors got hurt and her foot is in a bandage and she’s in a wheel chair, but she’s still smiling. She said something about good meds — do you know what that means?
Oh, and I don’t want to come home. Can you please send money?
Love and Kisses,
p.s. Can you please write? — I’ll write more when there’s better bandwidth. I promise!
p.p.s I’m missing my friends from last year.
p.p.s.s. Here are links to some of my friend’s blog posts from Camp
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