I stopped at the 7-11 for coffee last week. I know this must seem blasphemous to those of you who know that my son works at the Great Coffee Monopoly, but sometimes I just get in a hurry and don't want to make coffee at home. And my son never works in the morning, so I'm stuck only being able to get freebies that are decaf during his evening shifts, or an occasional latte made by Pedro (who as far as I know is neither Mexican or straight, but is totally adorable!) when I run by when I'm grocery shopping.So, about once a week I stop in for amazingly good coffee that only costs $1.16 for a grande size. There is always a young man conscientiously cleaning and straightening up the coffee area, and in a friendly mood for not yet having had my morning fix I asked,
"Which one is your best coffee?"
With a slight accent he replied, "the regular roast."
"Really? Well, I'll try it." Always interested in people's accents, curiosity got the best of me. "Where are you from?"
"Nepal."
"Oh! I love Nepalese food!"
Ok, is that about the most lame thing you can say to someone from another country or what? I do love it though. We had the best Nepalese meal at a little restaurant in Frisco, CO of all places the day after we skied Arapahoe Basin.(Kathmandu Cafe')
"Where do you get around here?" he asked (his English is a little broken).
"There used to be a great place in Royal Oak, Kathmandu Chulo, but it closed recently. There are probably other places around here though." Then I added, "I'd love to go to Nepal."
He said, "The mountains! Mt. Everest--you have to see. Everyone goes there."
"I would love to see it--the mountains there must be amazing!"
"Let's go!" he said with a smile.
I laughed. "Not today, I have work to do!"
I left, but couldn't help pondering throughout the day--what if I could just go to Nepal today?
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Yet another reminder that I clearly came from your womb.
You know, you could go to Nepal. Planes go there. Missionaries go there.
Do it. I dare you.
(And please take me with you! Or at least bring me back one of those funny hats made out of lama fur, and pictures of rosy-cheeked children sleeping in their mom's backpacks).
I didn't know that Kathmandu Chullo closed! That's so sad! That was the 2nd best bowl of rice pudding I've ever eaten!
This reminds me, if you're ever near that Filipino store on Dixie, could you pick me up some sticky rice? I can't find it anywhere! I tried asking the sushi guy at Papa Joes, but he didn't know what I was talking about. Probably thought I was crazy, talking about rice that's already sticky before you add anything to it...I'm thinking maybe there's another name for it?
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