Pigskin & flopping fishes

MOST EVERY weekday morning, the two of us walk six laps (20 minutes) around the neighborhood plaza. It’s fairly routine with the exception of Thursdays when there’s a mercado set up there. People selling stuff. Free enterprise. Capitalism!

Thursday is the best day for our power walks because there’s not simply exercise on the plate but lots of fun stuff to gawk at.

Two of my favorites are the pigskins being boiled in a big tub of oil. It smells like my childhood at my maternal grandparents’ farm in southwest Georgia way over half a century ago. The other favorite, though it’s a bit grim, are the flopping fishes.

New ImageA woman sells fresh fish — you know they’re fresh because many are flopping — atop a cloth she spreads on the sidewalk. No matter the hour we do our walk, some of those fish are flopping about, wondering where the water went.

Some flop right off the cloth.

There are lots of other things to see. Women set up small stands and sell stuff to eat, hot grub over charcoal fires. (Charcoal smoke always reminds me of Haiti.) Others spread cloth on the sidewalk and display used clothing, some obviously quite used.

This invariably slows down my child bride’s power walk because for her clothing for sale — especially if it’s cheap — is like catnip to a feline.

No matter. I keep going, and she eventually catches up.

1200-28731554-asiago-cheeseThere are two large stands of lovely fruit and veggies. You can find nicer, fresher merchandise there than you usually encounter in the supermarket. There’s also a fellow who sells cheese, just cheese. He arrives in a white truck.

Yes, Thursdays are the fun walks. The other days are just pedestrian events.

But we bought a mango today which, when combined with onion slices and some magic sauce my child bride makes, creates a very nice salad, which will complete the Greek garlic chicken I made yesterday in the crockpot for today’s lunch.

Life moves along for better or worse, usually better.

18 thoughts on “Pigskin & flopping fishes

  1. And I was just about to ask you if you’d used that crockpot, but you went and volunteered the answer. Today we make curried eggplant salad and judias verdes in the Turkish style, separately, in the Instant Pot. Both are better served cold or at least at room temperature. We’ll have chicken fajitas with blue corn tortillas, made over your way, along with that.

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    1. Ms. Shoes: Judias verdes in the Turkish style?! You’re gonna eat green Jewish women? I am appalled. No surprise that Turks do that. Mohammedans! But you? Who knew?

      I better settle down. Yes, I use the crockpot on a fairly regular basis since I have it sitting out on the counter instead of hidden below which is where it was for many years. Out of sight, out of mind. It’s not just a phrase.

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      1. Yes, you had better. Judias verdes is what they call green beans in España, so blame the Catholics. Mine were the broad, lush Romano ones from Invernadero Lemus, cooked up with olive oil, garlic, onion, and tomato.

        But didn’t you buy a spanking brand new crockpot at Coppell last summer or so?

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  2. When I lived in CDMX there was a tianguis down the street on Saturdays. It was always a much more fun way to shop than stopping into a supermarket. Not to mention that there were a ton of prepared food vendors too. And you could get absolutely everything from groceries to personal care to hardware to clothing to whatever. Ah, I miss my Mexican life.

    Saludos,

    Kim G
    Redding, CA
    Where we depend on the efficient sterility of chain stores.

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    1. Kim: On the street outside our condo in Mexico City they do the same thing every Saturday. It’s quite fun. But, with luck, I’ll never see it again because I hope never to set foot in Mexico City again. Different strokes.

      If you miss your Mexican life, get thee back to Jalisco. I imagine, however, your unloading your mama’s house and most everything in it.

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      1. Yes, I’m getting rid of everything in my mother’s house and preparing to sell. As for my Mexican life, I think I’m much more likely to return to CDMX and visit Ajijic from time to time. I could never live in Ajijic, and even GDL isn’t my favorite as it’s too hot, too spread out, and something of an ongoing architectural disaster.

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          1. I leave behind the threat of immolation from out-of-control wildfires, two of the top ten most dangerous volcanoes in the country, the threat of earthquakes, and drought. I’ll gladly take a few blizzards as compensation.

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              1. I’d have to work hard to seek them out, likely atop some of the taller volcanoes. But I refer to Boston where they’re fairly common. Saludos.

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  3. Fried pigskins. Now there’s a smell I haven’t experienced in a while. I remember them cooking at county fairs way back in my youth. You don’t see that much anymore, even here.

    Do you ever buy any fish? I know you live near a lake, but I can’t remember your ever mentioning fish.

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    1. Ray: The aroma of cracklins is common hereabouts. I like it. Don’t eat it, but I like to smell it. As for buying fish, I do buy salmon from Costco fairly often, but that’s about it regarding fish. I like oysters, crabs and shrimp, but I’m not big on fish of any sort aside from salmon steaks. Yes, I live near a very big, and rapidly shrinking, lake. It’s quite polluted, sadly. Many decades ago, it was famous for something called whitefish. But due to the pollution, whitefish nowadays is mostly farm raised. I wouldn’t eat anything out of that lake.

      Just remembered I do love good fried catfish, but I’ve never seen that since I moved to Mexico. It’s just not a thing here.

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