Tequila, Churro, and Oprah

A sad thing happened on the way to a Quincenera ( Sweet 15)...I got into a car accident. I'm ok...well ok for me... but I've been a little depressed...I feel as if I have bad car karma, and without going into specifics lets just say I've had bad luck when it comes to cars recently ( recently being code word for a whole damn year ). Anyways, as the tow truck guy was taking us ( mother troll and the lovable fluffy girl herself) to my tia's (=aunt , she said if I referred to her in the English version there'd be hell to pay) house.. I turned to my mom and said " I want a Mr. Churro and a shot of Tequila!" My mom then proceeded to judge me asking me how can I think of food in a time like this..and after looking at her for a split second with the evil eye... I answered proudly ..."Because I'm fat!"



This is what I pictured in my head..beautiful


As the tow truck guy chuckled to himself... I began to salivate over the thought of a Mr. Churro. For those of you not from the L.A. area let me describe the deliciousness. It is a churro..a big one. fried dough rolled in sugar and cinnamon...and then wait for it...filled with warm CARAMEL....omg..( I am literally licking my lips right now). Really the thought of the churro on the ride to my tia's made me happy.. calmed my nerves...took away the headache...muted out my mother's talking...but as it became more apparent the tow truck guy was not gonna make the pit stop for me (hater)...I became confronted with depression of my emotions.. and due to lack of my willingness to step into a car without lighting 28 candles to go get one churro...I've been forced to deal with this depression.

For you to understand how depressed I was at that moment..my cousins ( God love them...because someone/thing has too) brought FOUR varieties of tequila's (they had stashed underneath their bed as if they were 17 year olds instead of 30 year old men still living with their parents) and I said NO..too depressed to drink?Seriously what the hell kind of emotion is that?

You see when my mother troll asked why and how I could think of food..that split second  where I gave my mother troll the evil eye, Deepak Chopra flashed in my mind..and I began to realize just how much damage Oprah has really caused me. That lady has made me question myself more than any individual ever should..and damn you Oprah for not letting me be the shallow person I am meant to be.

So what flashed across my sugar filled brain was this: Mr. Chopra said when we eat... we eat for two reasons, either to feed our emotions...or to feed or belly. He then asked the listeners to ask themselves 'am I feeding my stomach, or am I feeding my emotions'. And if your feeding your emotions you need to stop and deal with the emotions, because they never get full.

So needless to say...when you take away the crutch from the addict..and they have to deal with stuff..there's a lot of depression going on..not even my fury daughter dragging my little sister's chonies into the front lawn made me smile...well ok..but there where was no laughter.

So in short let me re-cap.. I am depressed..because I'm not eating to be happy, thank you Oprah and Deepak for ruining another fluffy perk for me. I am basically suffering from tequila lagrimas (drunk tears) without the drunk...so yay me.

Moving on...I wanted to run something past you all.... I'm getting all blog savvy ( Please don't take me literal I am overly exaggerating..but I want to sound all geeky and stuff.. and since I have no food to fill me with happiness..humor me bitches!) So I realized the other day that I do not speak enough about my diet or exercise routine..which I will be doing more of..but I wanted to do the food as part of a vlog..to be posted here..what do you think..too much too soon? Really, its my healthy spin on old family recipes...I can't give up Latin food...too much too soon. Is the world not ready for a fluffy Rachel Ray yet? I'm open to suggestions.