Salads, chairs & mamacitas

The nightly offering, made by me.

IN SOME RESPECTS, we Hacienda residents are wed to habit.

One of these habits is that every evening I make two salads and we spend about 90 minutes upstairs in reclining chairs, watching Netflix.

It’s fun.


We bought the chairs about 10 years ago at Costco.

And before I put the issue of Mexican Independence Day to siesta for this year, here’s a photo I snapped downtown yesterday of a mamacita posing as a cantina waitress. I happen to be married to her, more than 17 years now.

Former civil engineer struts her colors and her pigtails.

My child bride goes native


TODAY IS Mexico’s Independence Day. We tossed off the shackles of Spanish colonialism almost two centuries ago.

I can’t say that really improved things, but it’s always best to steer your own wagon, no matter how crookedly.

My child bride likes to don traditional attire to mark the occasion. At left is a photo I took this morning. She hand-stitched the apron, but it’s not quite finished.

She’s been working on it, off and on, for years.

Downtown is closed off today. There’s a parade in the morning, and mobs of people mill around doing their celebratory thing with food, finery and folks on horses.

Beer and tequila too. Gallons of it.


kidAt left is a photo I took eight or 10 years ago in the same spot. Note how well she ages.

She doesn’t normally wear pigtails, but it’s the customary hairdo of the indigenous women of our area.

The color photo is my child bride when she was an actual child. She’s standing on the roof of a building owned by a relative here. She had help from her mother to get dressed on that occasion, but today she did it all by herself.



The patriotic plate

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My chile en nogada at a mountaintop eatery yesterday.

NEXT WEEK WE Mexicans celebrate our independence from the pinche españoles, the Spanish who had dominated us for centuries.

We tossed them out, and things have been much better ever since. Wait, maybe not. Gotta wonder if we might have been better off staying tied to Spain.

Among the questionable characters we’ve had running our show since 1810 have been Santa Anna, Porfirio Diáz and now López Obrador. Spanish royalty would have been preferable.

This dish you see above is served in restaurants around this time of year. It’s called chile en nogada or, as you more often see it written, chiles en nogada, plural. In spite of restaurants almost always writing the plural on menus, you just get one chile, not more. I think this is akin to Mexicans saying there are eight days in a week instead of seven.

We live in a wacky sea of illogicality.

Chile en nogada is a patriotic plate because it sports the colors of Mexico, red, white and green. It’s also sorta sweet and it’s served tepid. I like chile en nogada a lot.  Quite a few people do not, considering it a big, misplaced dessert.

¡Viva México! Or at least as long as I’m around.

Water & chocolate

AFTER A FIVE-DAY, unusual dry spell here last week, it’s raining again, which is what the Goddess intends for our neck of the woods through all of September.

And, as usual too, I headed downtown yesterday afternoon for a café Americano negro, which I normally get free at my sister-in-law’s coffee shop. But she closed yesterday to rest.

Seems the Independence Day festivities over the weekend pooped her out. She had to sit with her cigarettes and Coke while watching the cash register fill with tourist pesos.

Darn near did her in.

So I walked to another side of the plaza and sat at a different coffee shop where I had to pay. I ordered hot chocolate. It started to rain. I grabbed my camera and panned around.

You might have heard of our latest earthquake. It did quite a bit of damage in Mexico City, more than the previous one a couple of weeks ago. When it struck yesterday we were in a supermarket in the nearby capital of our state.

I was walking down an aisle, and about five little cartons of something fell off the shelf directly in my path. I had felt nothing, but the store alarm went off, and we had to stand in the parking lot about five minutes.

Then we went back in and finished shopping. It was only later that we learned of the extensive damage and deaths in Mexico City. We had initially planned on making our twice-yearly visit to our condo there the first week of this month.

That was when the last quake struck. It was centered far away in the Pacific and didn’t do much damage, if any, in Mexico City. But our neighbors emailed us it was quite a jolt.

We rescheduled the trip for the first week of October, but now I’m a bit concerned. Gotta do it, however. We’re in the northern part of Mexico City, and our building suffered no damage yesterday. Bet it scared the neighbors, however.

Would have scared us too had we been there. Our apartment is on the fourth floor of a five-story building.