In an oven-safe, nonstick, 10-inch skillet set over medium heat, warm 3 tablespoons of the oil until shimmering. In a large bowl, whisk together the eggs, paprika, and 1½ teaspoons salt, then set aside. Heat the oven to 350 degrees with a rack in the middle position. Finally, take care when you remove the pan from the oven, as the skillet handle will be hot, so use a pot holder or an oven mitt.Ĥ tablespoons extra virgin olive oil, dividedġ½ pounds Yukon Gold potatoes, peeled, halved, and sliced ¼-inch thickġ cup drained roasted red peppers, patted dry and chopped Excess moisture from the peppers may make the final texture of the tortilla too watery. Also, remember to pat the roasted red peppers dry before chopping. Eventually he came out and said nothing.This recipe starts on the stove top but finishes in the oven, so you will need an oven-safe, nonstick, 10-inch skillet.īe sure to slice the potatoes no thicker than ¼ inch or they may not cook through. I ran back to the car and sat back down to wait for him. I now have the guilt that I may have turned my father into an alcoholic. Now my father doesn’t drink…I have only seen him drink once, and he took one drink from the beer and threw it in the garbage. Through the fog of breathing on the glass, the near death experience and puffy eyes I didn’t see him. So I did what any normal kid would do, I got out and looked through the bar’s window. He pulls into a bar, and as he goes inside he grumbles, “don’t get out of this car.” I didn’t move from where I was sitting, crying, and blubbering into my hands for what seemed like an eternity. I am like, oh great let’s prolong this painful trip even more. As he continues with his belligerence and swearing, on the ride home we turn off just before our town exit. All I can think about is how my mother could have lost her loving husband and youngest daughter. After another tangent of cuss words and grumbling, he kindly points out that: a) I will be canceling my “god damn” DMV appointment b) he has no idea how we are still alive c) that of all things could have done, I chose remove my hands from the steering wheel floored the gas, or slammed on the brake, but “NO! YOU DO NOTHING!” All I can do as I sit in the passenger’s seat and continue to cry like a little baby. He proceeded to tell me that we were barely a foot off the train tracks and he has no idea how we are still alive. He gets in the car, I can’t even look at him, I am crying and in shock. To anyone who was going to answer from the heavens above.
He gets out and is now standing behind that car swearing and asking for blasphemous filled thanks to God, to Jesus, to Mary. All my father can muster out of his lips is to get out of the car, but I can’t move. Panting and shaking I try to breathe through the thoughts racing through my mind.
I THINK IN SPANISH FULL
Suddenly I came back to, what I guess I can call full conscious awareness and I slam on the brakes. Now, I don’t remember seeing how close the train was or remember the fear in my eyes. I keep driving, but as the yammering continues I feel his hand on my forearm, and my ears suddenly turn their attention back his voice thinking “why is he yelling?” “TRAIN!” he screams, and in slow motion I turn my head towards the train, release my grip of the steering wheel and take my steady foot off the gas pedal. That is what made whatever attraction that remained dripping off of him like a layer of paint he was wearing to appear a certain way. It was when he spoke about knowing how exactly to work a member of a church to sell them his product. It wasn’t this, however, that made me not want to see him again, because maybe he’d mature a little more, or learn some tact. As we went on with our questioning and talking, I continued to be corrected and minimized the remainder of the night. He was quick to tell me there was nothing you can really do with a major in Sociology but teach or social work. I had told him that I was going to school in a branch of the medical field, but told him how I am really passionate about Sociology and have been considering a major change. We covered a lot of area because I can be quite the talker. So after a quick background check, he came over to my house and we talked for a while and watched this movie.
“Alfredo” met me on this socializing website, and wanted to meet me.