zeppole.

foreign language week has a lot of downfalls including 57,587 projects due. luckily, there is one salvation to foreign language week. food day.

in case you were wondering, my italian doughnuts, zepPOLe, as the italians say it, turned out pretty fantastic. turns out nana had a deep fryer. shoulda known, nana has everything.

it took two and a half bottles of canola oil to fill the sucker. it got to bubbling and alls i had to do was drop a little dollop of dough in the boiling concoction and BAM. amazing. they just popped up and were perfect. i started thinking that it would be really great if one day in the distant future when i have children if they turned out the same way. just pop out and BAM. amazing.

my favorite part of this process was sprinkling the powdered sugar. it was a delicate procedure. and it also reminded me of cocaine.

my least favorite part was getting rid of the hot oil because it took like a squillion minutes to cool down. but it happened. and my project was finis. and it was fantastamazing (jallison gilison addition).

AND GUESS WHAT I ONLY BURNED MYSELF SEVEN TIMES.

i was all proud when i presented my zepPOLe to my teacher today. i think i may have alarmed her a little bit. because when i opened my box, i gasped in horror, for all of the powdered sugar was gone. just up and disappeared. i figure it probably got sucked up into the doughnuts because they were all hot and oily but still it was really disheartening to see little brown lumps without the magic that is powdered sugar sprinkled over them. i still got an A. which i cannot say about my pinata.

they still tasted like heaven in the form of a brown lump so that was good news. cant say the same about the other foods, especially spanish. they were the worst. french and german made a nice effort, but nothing can compare to the italian beauty of latin. in one spanish class, i think i ate a cookie that was made of flour and water and nothing else. or at least thats what it tasted like.

a fun game for us was to spot the people who cheated. the bread that was a little too perfectly sliced to be homemade, the noodles that had that special quality one can only link to ramen noodles, the pasta that was without a shadow of a doubt hamburger helper, the grapes. yeah. somebody just brought in grapes.

the worst of all was the mystery meat. i left the taste tasting to my fellow latin students. not sure if its because i am not brave or if it is because i dont enjoy food poisoning. regardless, i went vegetarian for the day.

emma was the best. she somehow managed to convince my teacher that cheesecake was from italy. god bless cheesecake.