Do You Ever Get a Hankerin' for Some...

CHA-LUP-AS (say what, did the Blazers just score 100 points?)

Well, Hailey and I did, as I'm sure you have too. There was only one problem, we are in Austria(WHOAAA!) and they don't know anything about Mexican food. Except this one place called Taco's Lopez, it is pretty authentic, but I don't think they have Mom's reciepe. So, we set out to find the ingeredenits. Should be easy right? There was only one problem, were were still in Austria (WHOAAA!). So our mission was that much harder, it sent us all over Vienna. First things first, finding cream of chicken soup. This actually proved to be simple, not because any grocery store here had it, but because I heard rumors of a British/American foodstore in the 4th district (Pop-tarts? Yes please!), and they had delicious Campbell's soup.
The thing that proved most difficult was trying to find these peppers you see in the picture. They definitly aren't the same thing we use at home, but they had a good spice to them so I'll give them a break. Tortillias were pretty easy to find too (someone in our group even tracked down "Mission" brand, sweet). Sourcream is everywhere, but it a little different than what we have at home and that gave us the most worry. Cheese too, was kind of a struggle but we managed to grab some cheddar which was clutch. When everything was combined, it looked pretty close to what it looks like at home. Here is a picture of me doing what I do best, normally to my Mom's chagrin :To increase the interactivity of this blog I decided to make an awesome vid showcasing my talents behind the camera. You may find it boring, but I think Hailey really put a lot into this role and it shows. Subtle- yet effective stuff. A tour-de-force. Oh, and the song is by Girls. Hope I don't get sued. We just happened to be listening to it at the time.

They turned out really good. Not really too different from home. Wanna see something goofy? Look how many clocks my host Mom has in the kitchen, I think she collects them, they go off all the time, and for the first like week I was there I always thought someone was at the door.