An Indonesian Taco
The adjustment to American food has and will be a test for Tison. He is doing pretty good but still looks at us like–you are going to eat THAT. We had one of my favorite meals tonight–my wife’s moose taco dinner. She serves a flour tortilla that fits nicely on a plate. We had all the regulars–sour cream, onions, jalapenos, tomatoes, lettuce, moose meat mixed with re-fried beans, and cheese. She added a dish of cucumbers, sliced tomatoes, grapes and bananas. We have also learned to keep a large bowl of white rice within his reach.
Tison took a look at what was before him and decided to create his own. He first put a stack of cucumbers on his tortilla, then add lots of rice, tomatoes and a little moose and bean mix. He tried to roll it, like the rest of us. It fell apart in his hand–there was just too much rice. He gave up on it and just ate it with his hands (Indonesian style). The grapes and bananas were dessert and it was all washed down with Orange Fanta Soda. That is an “Indonesian Taco”.
His host family is gone for a planned Christmas vacation, so he is staying with us. He has been a laugh every hour. Experiencing everyday life is taken in full stride. He is happy and loves movies and having books read to him. There have been no complaints, except for the six shots he got for his immunization. He goes to bed when he is told and he has his dressing on his open wound changed every day without a problem.
His first surgery could be this next week. He will begin the life changing process and could be here around a year. I see many more Indonesian tacos in his future.