And they didn't have any.
For winter break our family trekked down to Cancun; with a little urging from me to Poppa Lee (lamenting my rejection from WashU and the inevitable fragility of my mental health), the trip was booked.
I'm only half joking.
In any case, the last time I visited a warm weather destination, I discovered the wonders of cassava balls, and fell in love.
So obviously on this trip, I was planning on stuffing myself silly with some quality cassava balls: deep fried, sweet, and sticky. The innards somewhat resembling freshly made rice cakes, but better. And Cancun did not have any.
:(
I was so sad that I whipped out my euro textbook on the beach and cried while Sufjan Stevens sang to me:
And I felt a little better afterwards.
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