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It has been raining - like crazy - for a LONG time! So what do you do when it is raining?  Make tortas fritas!  At least that is what they do in Uruguay. Tortas fritas are kind of like scones and every time it rains you can smell the grease heating from the streets. It rains a LOT in Uruguay so you would think I would have learned how to make this treat perfectly, but I didn't. Most of my companions did and I let them do it! So when I decided to surprise John last week, I looked up an authentic recipe from someone in Montevideo and followed it exactly.  it didn't work.  They turned out like fried biscuits.  Salty ones. So we scrapped the batch, made up his moms breadstick dough recipe and fried that - mmmmmm! We didn't have any dulce de leche to put on top so we used carmel syrup - it was awesome.

So this week.... I tried another guayan treat - arroz con leche con azucar quemada! This one turned our MUCH better (not perfect, mind you) and was delicious! I was super proud of myself!

In lieu of our Anniversary and all of this Uruguay talk, I should take the time to write down how John and I met...

We both served our missions in Uruguay.  And as much as John loves to joke around about how Kylie was born in our last area, we DID NOT meet in Uruguay. (I like to make that a point for everyone who asumes I had nothing better to do down there than flirt with the elders!) John got home from his mission about five months after I arrived in Uruguay.  As it turns out he was a zone leader in my first area and conducted the day they introduced me to the mission.  I don't remember him from that, but found it on an old zone conference program. Anyway right after my first zone conference he was transferred last minute and ended up in the same zone with one of the sisters who was in the MTC with me - Hermana Hildreth (Summer Jeppson).  They became good friends and after Summer and I got home in October of the following year they hung out a few times. A few months later a friend of ours - Hermana Vriens (Heidi) decided to have a huge get together at her cabin in Salt Lake.  John and I both met Summer there, talked a little, went back to Provo with her, hung out a little and he left to go see a friend. 

I remember he called a week or so later to see if my roommate and I wanted to go Latin dancing with some friends, but I was sick. Eight months after that Summer was talking to him on the phone and asked him if he had asked me out yet.  He was trying to remember who I was and wasn't too worried about it so Summer told him I had a huge crush on him. Of course he called me after that. Then I had to try to figure out who he was and it was all a little confusing, but we talked and talked and talked several times a week for a month and he finally asked me out. Seven months later we were married.

The end. I guess I left out all of the mushy details, but I'm sure I must have recorded it in my journals and its probably better in real time anyway :) John lived in Hyrum and I was in Salt Lake so a lot of our dating was on the phone or e-mail.  We kept a lot of the e-mails and put them in a book.  I'm sure one day our kids will find them - that should be funny :)