Dessert? No, not this time.

Canned FLOWERS!

The other evening I picked up some canned Flor de Calabaza. 

Yeah, that would be a can of salt water and squash blossoms. This was my first time eating the flower and I am left asking why flowers aren’t in everyone’s diet – all. the. time. Sure, saltwater logged flowers lack the grandeur of the fresh variety, but looks have little to do with taste buds.

For a simple, light dinner, I put together: avocado, olive oil, basil, epazote, and flor de calabaza on a right out of the oven bolillo (roll).

Human beings of other lands who have not eaten this “exotic” foodstuff, I declare unto you a word-

 divine

Suck it, Georgia O’Keefe. 

I ate this food and had a mini revelation through flavor. {One never knows when those nettlesome revelations will strike!} It was more than, “oh this is really tasty and I want to keep eating it.’  Through my sense of taste, I found a further understanding of Mexico, the people, the further south, in way I cannot put words to. I was so satisfied by the meal I didn’t want any kind of dessert afterward. 

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On another note.
I will be celebrating 5 years with my Human this weekend. We are going to be very mature about it: A nice dinner, maybe with some wine, a couple of hours rollerskating and then go a theater to see 47 Ronin… Hm. You know what. Screw the maturity levels.


Death leans in close these days

de mortuis nil nisi bonum dicendum est

José Emilio Pacheco, famous Mexican poet dies January 26. The cause – cardiorespiratory arrest. He had been hospitalized on Saturday after falling and hitting his head.

Last night I briefly attended a wake for the sister of the cousin (Pancho) who lives next door. I left before it got too late. That means I left before the family priest said a few words and  the arrival of the mariachis. I just cannot be a tourist during these times. I was not even going to go except, I kinda know Pancho felt that it would be appropriate to show him some support.  His sister’s death was very sudden- a double tragedy for the family. It follows quickly after the death of her father who passed in December. All she did was fall, hit her head just so, and… embolism/edema and that was it. Age and alcohol were a factor, but wow. How all it can take is one knock in the right place and everything goes sdfjkgber.

Then the famous actor death pops up on all the feeds attempting to eclipse a single post from a New York friend that his mother died…

Did you see my last post!?

Hiya Death! ¿Qué pasa?

Yeah.