Shelley grew up in the highest city in Canada; Kimberley, British Columbia at 1,120 meters. Cuenca is 2,500 meters. A tad higher. Nonetheless, despite all the discussion and talk about high altitude cooking, Brian & Shelley seem to find few problems. You may not cook a cake as long as the recipe calls for, you instead cook it until it's done. The same holds true with rice. According to the web at altitudes above 1,000 meters, preparation of food may require changes in time, temperature or recipe. The reason is the lower atmospheric pressure due to a thinner blanket of air above. This decreased pressure affects food preparation in two ways: (1) Water and other liquids evaporate faster and boil at lower temperatures and (2) Leavening gases in breads and cakes expand more. Whatever the reason, we cooked on an old diesel stove on the boat and got used to adjusting times for it's crankiness. High altitude cooking for us seems to work pretty much the same way.
Well, the big day was upon us, and we set off downtown on Thursday to pick up Brian's new jacket & pants. The whole experience was a bit of a disappointment. While nothing was so wrong that we stormed out of the store refusing to make payment, the pants had to be re-hemmed as they were too long and Brian feels the jacket is just a tiny bit tight. Thus, we don't particularly recommend the shop where Brian had it made. We caught a cab home and Brian again tried on the outfit, pointing out in great detail to Shelley exactly everything that was wrong with it. What's the old saying: try, try, again? That evening, Brian had a dinner date at the home of a friend with another couple in attendance. They had Caesar salad with chicken & baked tree tomato with banana bread. There was good conversation, good food and it was generally a warm visit. Meanwhile, Shelley made cinnamon buns to keep herself busy & tried fruitlessly to get to talk to her daughter in Canada who was home after having surgery. Everything is OK. You know, she just wanted to talk to her baby.
|Guitar Playing on City Bus|
|Brian at 10 de Agosto Market getting Roast Pig|
Coolish out and semi-threatening rain, we wandered downtown on Saturday and Shelley window-shopped for shoes (as usual) and we ended up buying 3 DVDs ($4.50) but nothing else. We walked home and it still hadn't started to rain, but Shelley was glad she was wearing her jean jacket. We'd passed an obviously tourist couple while we were downtown and the woman had on quite a warm looking quilted jacket zipped up to her chin and still looked chilly, hunching her shoulders. "She must be from Florida" Brian commented after they'd gone past us.
Shelley's taken a peek out of her bi-sexual purdah (Brian doesn't like this sentence, but Shelley dug in her heels) and found it same old, same old. Coming up, we have a "dinner out" and a "social occasion". Shelley will by-pass the crowd (the "social occasion") but will enjoy some time with puppies and people who appreciate puppies (the "dinner out"). Meanwhile, Brian naps & takes Fredi for walks and is solid and true & generally happy. Not too much wrong with this retirement picture.
|Mounted Police at Parque Paraiso|