You all heard how GPS Janice failed BFF and I when we went out to Grand Falls with her parental units, but let me tell you about the trip home. After wandering around on the wrong side of the falls, we decided to make the trek home providing Janice could tell us how to get there. It was on the way home that I discovered that I am not really a good passenger to have in a car.
Usually when BFF and I go places, I drive us. Nothing against BFF and her driving…she just hates to drive. Hence why I am usually the driver. This time though her Dad was driving so BFF and I were in the backseat which meant I had nothing to keep me occupied. On the way out to the Falls, we were occupied by the fact that we were certain Janice had gotten us lost but I didn’t have that luxury on the way home. I turned to talk to BFF and noticed she had fallen asleep (I mean she had worked the night before). Well now what was I supposed to do? There was no internet reception and no scenery to look at since we were in the middle of the desert of the reservation. Hmmmm….BFF was no help. What was I to do? Why take selfies with the sleeping BFF of course! No really. Yup. It totally happened and it was glorious. See for yourself:
Obviously, I am not a good passenger when I don’t have anything to keep me occupied. Don’t you want to ride next to me? BFF’s Momma actually saw me and started giggling because it was pretty funny that I was taking selfies. The other thing BFF was supposed to do besides keep me entertained? Navigate us out of there. Good thing I had put it in my phone as well before we lost signal so I was able to direct the parentals on the unmarked dirt roads. Some help BFF was on both accounts. Once we were back on the highway, I asked to stop at the one gas station to use the restroom as the sound of water at the Falls made me have to go. Here is where we had our second adventure of the day.
On our way to the Falls, we had noticed a flea market of sorts across from the gas station and BFF’s Momma had seen a sign that said “kneel down bread”. We had discussed what this could possibly be on our way out so when I cam out of the gas station, I asked BFF’s Momma if she wanted to go see what it was about. Now, I must mention that BFF’s Momma is not very adventurous so her agreeing to do so was a big deal for her but I think she was really very curious. We soon found the table with Kneel Down Bread and we got the last two. We then scampered back to our car anxious to try this new thing we had discovered on our adventure.
BFF’s Momma handed me one for us to try. It was wrapped up in a corn husk which I found interesting as I attempted to open it. It looked and felt like the outside of a tamale when I finally got it open. I gave a chunk to BFF and broke off a chunk for myself. It didn’t look like bread. It didn’t smell like bread. We were a little confused. But we decided to try it anyways. The minute BFF put it in her mouth, I knew she did not like it. I could tell by the look on her face that the texture was not something she liked. At all. The look on her face was mixed with horror and fear. I almost started laughing as I watched her choke it down. I could tell she wanted to spit it out but there was nothing to spit it out into. So she instead swallowed and said “Well, that was texturally displeasing.” I about died. BFF really has a problem with textures. She once told me that gummy things feel human in her mouth although I do not think I want to know how she knows what human feels like in her mouth. Well…she does bite people a lot. Maybe that is it. All that biting is good practice if she were to ever become a zombie, just saying. Then she would really know what human tastes like. Ew.
After seeing BFF’s reaction, I was a little hesitant but I do not have texture issues like her. So I took a bite. It tasted like masa (the outside of a tamale) to me but not as finely ground. I could taste the chunks of blue corn in it but I could see how she found it texturally displeasing to her. It really did taste like corn to me. I later found out that Kneel Down Bread is also called Navajo Tamales so that makes perfect sense. I didn’t mind it but I could tell BFF was trying to wash the taste out of her mouth with a bottle of water. It was pretty funny. And soon after that, she was sound asleep again. There might have been snoring. And drool. All in all it was a great family adventure. Matty would have been proud. #LiveGrandMR
Oh yeah. I didn’t die today. I did, however, discover that I am not a good passenger in a car ride and that BFF does not like things that taste human in her mouth but I didn’t die. I am Fat Girl who takes selfies with BFF while she is sleeping Running. The experiment continues…