I'll never forget my High School Spanish Teacher, Mr. Ochi. A short Japanese man, who wore a suit every day to class, made students tremble in their seats, as he called their name to conjugate the verb "to be," and had a contagious passion for the Spanish language.
It's the best language there is, he'd say. The most logical of all languages. And it's so romantic... as he'd trill his r's and make even the most basic phrases like "my name is," "where are you from?" and how are you today," in Spanish, sound like lines from a love song.
But it wasn't just the language that intrigued me, (and became my second language) but also the culture. And living in Santa Barbara, I got a pretty accurate taste of it...
Mariachi Bands on Thursdays over Carnitas. Streets filled with colorful confetti for weeks after our yearly Fiesta celebration, and the two women who came by our office every day at lunch selling freshly homemade tamales.
So, this week's #SundaySupper, hosted by Conni from The Foodie Army Wife, is all about facing your foodie fears, and trying something you've never tried before, so my first thought?