It finally dawned on my a few weeks ago, when I spent the day in Tijuana, that I do not really speak Spanish even un poco. Sure, I grew up in So Cal and took Spanish in high school but I never studied and then I switched to French in college and did ok. After decades living in New England, I moved to Escondido and figured that I’d learn Spanish by osmosis. Well, I can have a great “Hello, How are you?” conversation both formal and informal, but after that things get very dicey. Nouns. Verbs. Tenses. I don’t know enough of any to go much further. So now my husband and I are “studying” Spanish at home. As you can see, we’re starting in the kitchen. We now know the names for eating utensils and major appliances (though I’m having a hard time with “el fregardero”) so I’m adding basic ingredients a few at a time. Tonight we’re having chicken Caesar salad. I already know “pollo” and hope by tomorrow I’ll have added anchovy and mustard to the list. Hasta mañana.