Pasta alla Tía

What do you think: Cutest kids in the whole entire world? Yeah, me too.

I know I know, I've been slacking. It's just with so much going on and all of the drama lately I've been unsure of exactly what to write about. Veronica went to Arco Iris last night and talked to Alicia. The three boys are definitely not coming back, which I am extremely saddened by; they were like three little brothers to me. My Spanish is suffering for it too--they were the ones I talked with the most and were so intent on teaching me new words and phrases. Veronica is going to try and see if we can locate them so we can swing by and at least say goodbye, if not more.

The house feels so empty as there are only six kids now. (Carolina is gone as well; I guess she went to a place where there are more girls her age.) Whoever told me that the five siblings are going back to their mom was wrong. Michaela is getting adopted by one couple, and Tutui and Milagros are getting adopted together by another lucky lucky couple whom I'm extremely jealous of and want to meet so I can matter-of-factly announce to them that "Sorry you can't have these kids because I'm taking them home with me forever and ever." But I suppose since that isn't exactly possible, it's good that they'll have parents. Nicole is getting adopted by a woman who has been taking her on weekends. I don't know when all of this is happening. I will be here for another month, and I doubt any of the adoptions will be completed by then. Apparently it's a really long process. I guess Fabian and Gabriel will stay there at the house--it seems there aren't quite so many couples looking to adopt older boys.

I made lunch finally for the kids on Saturday. I at first wasn't sure about my pasta choice. They get a lot of pasta, among other foods that are cheap and packaged in bulk. I decided though, that what I was going to make would be a far cry from their cheap spaghetti covered in tomato puree, so they probably wouldn't even relate the two, and I was right. They said it was delicious, and started chanting "Mañana también! Mañana también!" [Tomorrow too!] I said that that probably wouldn't happen, but I would try to cook for them again sometime. I brought Chipás and grapes too, both special treats. They never get to eat those things, as their much inferior cousins known as bread and apples are so much cheaper. They were so excited when there was extra of everything, exclaiming "We get to eat this for DINNER too!"

My most well-spent time in a kitchen ever, that's for sure.

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