Tal gets lucky–I sit for an hour cruising through random blogs, and all I get is giggly Singaporean teenagers and someone pretentiously obsessed with The New Yorker. Tal clicks around for ten minutes and finds these hot chicks writing about food. Good thing it’s in Spanish, or I’d feel like they were on my turf. (Note to self: Start dressing better for lamb roasts. Thermal underwear no esta sexy.)