Going Back to Houston, Houston, Houston
Hi again! It’s me, Jamie, the favorite child. Because my last blog post was such a hit, I assume, and because work is winding down, I’ve decided to write another guest blog. I know, you’re welcome. In case you forgot, which I highly doubt because my last post rocked, I am the second child of the family, currently living by myself in Houston for the summer, and about to start my second year at Rice University.
So, as you guys have seen from the last couple of blog posts, my mom loves to bike. Incidentally, she also does not take shit from anyone, which speaking as her daughter, has good and bad points. The good is the strong female role model I get to learn from–seriously guys, my mom is the coolest. Not only is she crazy smart, athletic, and awesome at cooking but she is also just an all around superstar who coached me in baseball and soccer, went to all my school and athletic events, and is always there whenever I need advice. The bad is that, unfortunately, she never took shit from me either/she gets scary when she’s angry. Okay, to get back to my story, my mom loves to bike. I do too, but not as much as her. She bikes a lot, and so did I when I was younger. Nowadays, I run. And no, I don’t love running. I actually dislike it. Sure, there are some days when a nice easy jog in the shade feels great and, yes, on those days I totally get why people love to run, but most days I don’t get it. It is painful. No, it doesn’t “clear my mind” and it isn’t “calming and relaxing.” I mean, you are literally firing off every muscle in your body at once, how does that relax someone? Aside from the fact that I look like death while running, I am also highly competitive, so I think that everything is a race. This makes every run for me a combination of a steady even pace with a bunch of spurts of speed sprinkled in. Sorry five year old girl on a pink tricycle, you’re going down. I will beat you to that crunchy leaf up there. Probably not the best running habit, but I can’t help it.
Hello! Before you get all excited to read what cool new post this blog has to offer, let me stop you right there. It’s time to get really excited because, yes, this is not Debbie writing. Fortunately, good ‘ol Deb here decided to let her daughter, Jamie, (that’s me!) take a whack at blogging. So buckle up readers and followers (all 3 of you?) for an exciting glimpse of what it’s like to be a 19 year old girl living all alone for the first time, a good 2,000 miles away from her family in the—rather stormy—city of Houston, Texas.
Whenever I tell people that I’m living in Houston for the summer, they always ask…..why..? Why would you ever leave the great state that is California, equipped with superb weather surrounded by mountains and beaches and awesome food? And for a second, I nod and smile, and in my head wonder if I am, in fact, a crazy person for doing such a thing. Houston definitely is different from Los Gatos. It rains here, a lot. And I’m not talking just a light drizzle every now and then. I’m talking hurricanes and tropical storms(whaddup trop storm Bill?) that DUMP rain and wind onto Houston and cause flash floods and rattle the windows in my room.
I also am not in possession of a car, which is quite inconvenient to get around Houston, and if it weren’t for my 8-5 job, I would probably stay holed up in my room watching Netflix all day—which is what I do after I get home from work. But after that second is over, I realize that I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Houston is an awesome city, once you get out and about. It’s diverse and fast-paced and always fun to explore. For once in my life I’m earning a steady paycheck, paying rent, buying my own food, navigating through a completely new city, and making my own decisions. I feel like a grown-up, and I’m pretty darn proud of myself.
But what you never realize before you start living on your own is how much you’ll miss your mom. I never notice until I go home and follow her around like a puppy dog. So, on days when I especially miss her, I like to cook recipes that she always makes me. The other day, I decided to make her chicken tortilla soup—a slightly spicy, warm, and cheesy bowl of goodness that reminds me of home.
Note: Skip the tortillas and serve tortilla chips on the side for folks to add with other garnishes, Or fry tortilla strips and serve them on the side instead of adding to the soup. Yes, they thicken the soup but sometimes I’m going for a lighter soup.
Sometimes my mom will add corn or black beans to the soup transforming the soup into a hearty meal in a bowl! It is a super flexible soup, add any veggies you like, chayote, and squash would go well. Think of this as a yummy version of Stone Soup.