So it has been a long time since I've written in this blog, 10 years to be exact! A lot has happened since then including Gio, our now 9-year-old. Life has had its ups and downs. 2020 was terrible, 2021 was only slightly better, and "now I'm feeling 2022." But my husband and I did this thing while we were in Mexico for Christmas. We bought a house! A second vacation home we will rent out as an Airbnb. That makes us sound so rich and fancy. Trust me we are neither. But we have been blessed to be in a position to do this thing and invest in a place we love. So I figured picking up the old blog is a good place to write about this crazy adventure we are about to undertake. Perhaps it will help someone along the way in figuring out how to purchase property or move a dresser across the border, all things I still need to learn. Or perhaps it will make people laugh, there have got to be some tales in store. But above all, I hope it can help people appreciate the beauty of Mexico as both my husband and I see it.
Monday, January 17, 2022
Thursday, August 4, 2011
On Smells
My mom would be the first to tell you that I have an unusually good sense of smell. I have to tell you this "gift" was extremely torturous when I was pregnant. Do you know how many different smells there are at Target?
Smells and culture go hand in hand. Everywhere I have traveled has a smell memory for me. Not to criticise Cairo but car exhaust and cigarette smoke will always take me immediately back to walking to the metro.
So you can imagine that I have quite the opinion on smells that come from my Mexican-kitchen-take-over. Some are good like the smell of canela cooking as my MIL prepares arroz con leche, or sweet tamales and others are repulsive like the smell of frijoles that have been sitting on the stove all day. Another unfavorite of mine is burning tortillas on the comal. I have learned tortilas are meant to be cooked before you eat them. Eating a tortilla straight out of the bag should probably be one of the seven deadly sins. (If you are white and this is how you eat them, next time get out a pan, I'm guessing your don't have a comal sitting around, heat it up and then put the tortilla in it, flip over and then enjoy, ahhh much tastier isn't it!) But every once in awhile, while there are 15 other dishes cooking a tortilla gets left to it's doom and the whole house fills with the smell of burnt tortilla. This usually follows a round of window opening and fan turning on even when it's 15 degrees out.
Tamales steaming have a unique Mexican-kitchen-take-over smell as well. It's not a bad smell, just a cultural reminder that this isn't the kitchen of my youth. My husband, who's favorite food aside from sweet and sour Chinese chicken, is tamales, thinks this smell is the smell of Christmas. Not just because Tamales are a Christmas food, but because tamales cooking represent all that is joyful and wonderful in his mouth. Since my MIL has been selling tamales out of our kitchen this smell is fairly constant in our house. I think I've noticed it might just be loosing some of it's Christmasness.
When walking around our neighborhood there is one smell that alerts the trained sniffer to recognize that there are Mexicans living there. This is the smell of Fabuloso, a floor cleaner that probably is the equivalent of Pine sol but with a lavender sent, according to the marketing. Lavender is probably not my first thought but it is purple! When my husband and I were looking at houses to buy we would tell our real estate agent as soon as we walked into each house if there were Mexicans living there. She eventually caught on to it as well and gave us a big bottle of Fabuloso when we finally closed on our house.
One final Mexican-kitchen-take-over smell is that of chili's roasting. This is one kitchen task that was not aided by the invention of the modern indoor kitchen. Roasting chili's can actually be hazardous to your health. Depending on the spiciness of the chili, when the smell becomes air born it can send my son and I to race for the door coughing with our eyes watering. My MIL has learned that cooking chilies indoors especially in the dead of winter is probably not the best plan. She now, even when it is snowing, takes her plug in frying pan out to the patio to cook the chili's. For awhile I didn't understand why we just didn't forgo roasted chili's when it's 15 degrees outside, but as stated in an earlier post, dinner isn't dinner without salsa and salsa isn't salsa without chili's.
Smells and culture go hand in hand. Everywhere I have traveled has a smell memory for me. Not to criticise Cairo but car exhaust and cigarette smoke will always take me immediately back to walking to the metro.
So you can imagine that I have quite the opinion on smells that come from my Mexican-kitchen-take-over. Some are good like the smell of canela cooking as my MIL prepares arroz con leche, or sweet tamales and others are repulsive like the smell of frijoles that have been sitting on the stove all day. Another unfavorite of mine is burning tortillas on the comal. I have learned tortilas are meant to be cooked before you eat them. Eating a tortilla straight out of the bag should probably be one of the seven deadly sins. (If you are white and this is how you eat them, next time get out a pan, I'm guessing your don't have a comal sitting around, heat it up and then put the tortilla in it, flip over and then enjoy, ahhh much tastier isn't it!) But every once in awhile, while there are 15 other dishes cooking a tortilla gets left to it's doom and the whole house fills with the smell of burnt tortilla. This usually follows a round of window opening and fan turning on even when it's 15 degrees out.
Tamales steaming have a unique Mexican-kitchen-take-over smell as well. It's not a bad smell, just a cultural reminder that this isn't the kitchen of my youth. My husband, who's favorite food aside from sweet and sour Chinese chicken, is tamales, thinks this smell is the smell of Christmas. Not just because Tamales are a Christmas food, but because tamales cooking represent all that is joyful and wonderful in his mouth. Since my MIL has been selling tamales out of our kitchen this smell is fairly constant in our house. I think I've noticed it might just be loosing some of it's Christmasness.
When walking around our neighborhood there is one smell that alerts the trained sniffer to recognize that there are Mexicans living there. This is the smell of Fabuloso, a floor cleaner that probably is the equivalent of Pine sol but with a lavender sent, according to the marketing. Lavender is probably not my first thought but it is purple! When my husband and I were looking at houses to buy we would tell our real estate agent as soon as we walked into each house if there were Mexicans living there. She eventually caught on to it as well and gave us a big bottle of Fabuloso when we finally closed on our house.
One final Mexican-kitchen-take-over smell is that of chili's roasting. This is one kitchen task that was not aided by the invention of the modern indoor kitchen. Roasting chili's can actually be hazardous to your health. Depending on the spiciness of the chili, when the smell becomes air born it can send my son and I to race for the door coughing with our eyes watering. My MIL has learned that cooking chilies indoors especially in the dead of winter is probably not the best plan. She now, even when it is snowing, takes her plug in frying pan out to the patio to cook the chili's. For awhile I didn't understand why we just didn't forgo roasted chili's when it's 15 degrees outside, but as stated in an earlier post, dinner isn't dinner without salsa and salsa isn't salsa without chili's.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Mexican Independence Day
This is the 5th Independence Day I've celebrated with my husband since we've been married and I think this is the third time we've missed the "Grito." That tricky time change thing between Mexico City and Longmont, Colorado! But we are, as usual, watching the festivities; the insane fireworks display at the Zocolo and all the happy people waving Mexican flags as Galavision pans from one city's celebration to another.
This is Mexican Independence Day. It begins with "El Grito de Independencia" (the Independence Cry) at 11:00Pm on September 15. I have to say it's nice to have an official start to the holiday. The Fourth of July seems fairly anti-climatic in comparison. Each city's mayor, or Governor of each state and of course in "Mexico" (Mexico City is just called Mexico, confusing yes!) the president recites "the Grito" to begin the festivities. The Grito celebrates Father Miguel Hidalgo's words to his village of Dolores calling them to fight for freedom. The Grito reads (in English for all you gringos):
"My Children: A new dispensation comes to us today, Will you receive it? Will you free yourselves? Will you recover the lands stolen three hundred years ago by your forefathers, the hated Spaniards? We must act at once...Will you defend your religion and your rights as true patriots? Long live our lady of Guadalupe? Death to bad government! Death to the Gachupines!"
This is followed by listing out the patriots with the crowd shouting "Viva" after each name.
The finale ends in a round of
"Viva Mexico," President,
"Viva!" Crowd,
"Viva Mexico" President
"Viva!" Crowd
"Viva Mexico!" President
"Viva!" Crowd
Followed by the ringing of the Independence day bell.
Followed by a lot of fireworks!
The real "grito" 200 years ago marked a 10 year war of independence for Mexico. This is not the day that Mexico became an independent state, but rather the day it became one in the hearts and minds of Mexicans.
This year is especially important because it marks the 200th anniversary from when Hidalgo spoke those very important words.
So tonight, throughout the night, Mexicans will celebrate with dancing, concerts, music, fiestas, and probably a bit of tequila.
It's a proud day to be Mexican. Someday I'll experience the real thing and actually be able to
feel the spirit of the day. But until then I'm going to have to settle for my husbands excitement and Galavision!
VIVA MEXICO
This is Mexican Independence Day. It begins with "El Grito de Independencia" (the Independence Cry) at 11:00Pm on September 15. I have to say it's nice to have an official start to the holiday. The Fourth of July seems fairly anti-climatic in comparison. Each city's mayor, or Governor of each state and of course in "Mexico" (Mexico City is just called Mexico, confusing yes!) the president recites "the Grito" to begin the festivities. The Grito celebrates Father Miguel Hidalgo's words to his village of Dolores calling them to fight for freedom. The Grito reads (in English for all you gringos):
"My Children: A new dispensation comes to us today, Will you receive it? Will you free yourselves? Will you recover the lands stolen three hundred years ago by your forefathers, the hated Spaniards? We must act at once...Will you defend your religion and your rights as true patriots? Long live our lady of Guadalupe? Death to bad government! Death to the Gachupines!"
This is followed by listing out the patriots with the crowd shouting "Viva" after each name.
The finale ends in a round of
"Viva Mexico," President,
"Viva!" Crowd,
"Viva Mexico" President
"Viva!" Crowd
"Viva Mexico!" President
"Viva!" Crowd
Followed by the ringing of the Independence day bell.
Followed by a lot of fireworks!
The real "grito" 200 years ago marked a 10 year war of independence for Mexico. This is not the day that Mexico became an independent state, but rather the day it became one in the hearts and minds of Mexicans.
This year is especially important because it marks the 200th anniversary from when Hidalgo spoke those very important words.
So tonight, throughout the night, Mexicans will celebrate with dancing, concerts, music, fiestas, and probably a bit of tequila.
It's a proud day to be Mexican. Someday I'll experience the real thing and actually be able to
feel the spirit of the day. But until then I'm going to have to settle for my husbands excitement and Galavision!
VIVA MEXICO
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
On being the only one
Have you ever been the only one? You are standing at a party and you look around no one looks like you and no one talks like you and you realize you are the only one? I mean really the "only one." I've been the "only one" many times in my life. Mostly by choice. For some reason I have this internal desire to be the "only one."
This past weekend we (my husband, son and I) went to a birthday party for a friends daughter. As I sat there listening to conversations around me it dawned on me that I was the only white, English speaking, native born American there. I think the obvious feeling would have been to feel alone, nervous, uneasy. But I wasn't and actually never have felt that. Instead I feel privileged, energized and intrigued. I have a very special place, an outsider invited into another realm. A traveler that hasn't left town. I can participate and observe all at the same time. It's a opportunity that only one who can walk that fine line of two cultures can experience.
I speak Spanish. I'm married to a Mexican, the closest relationship one can have by choice. I eat beans for breakfast. I put lime on my soup. I watch telenovelas (yes I admit I've been watching "Hasta Que el Dinero no Se Pare"). I rout for Mexico in the World Cup. And someday I'll even have a Mexican Passport. But I'll never fully be Mexican because...
Every time I meet someone new they always ask me, "hablas espanol?" with a doubtful look. I don't look the part. And even after I convince people that I indeed hablo espanol, conversation is still limited. I know they are thinking to themselves "what do I talk to this Gringa about?" And I, knowing full well that my Spanish is just fine, always feel like if I talk to much they are going to find fault with my Spanish and really dismiss me as a poser. So I, a very outgoing person, withdraw, thus reinforcing my outsider status. A vicious cycle.
But this weekend I came to a positive realization about this. I don't know that I want to ever fully be. It was fun to be the "only one." I like the anonymity it gives. I like the observations I can make. I like the freedom to step outside of the moment and reflect.
My husband has been playing the part of the "only one" ever since we moved to Colorado. When he started his job he was the only Mexican working on a staff of 160+ people. He has been able to give me insights into my culture that I would never have noticed on my own.
I think together we are creating our own culture. A culture of the middle realm, where Spanish and English intermingle, where brown and white make a beautiful shade of tan and love holds lives from both sides of the border together.
This past weekend we (my husband, son and I) went to a birthday party for a friends daughter. As I sat there listening to conversations around me it dawned on me that I was the only white, English speaking, native born American there. I think the obvious feeling would have been to feel alone, nervous, uneasy. But I wasn't and actually never have felt that. Instead I feel privileged, energized and intrigued. I have a very special place, an outsider invited into another realm. A traveler that hasn't left town. I can participate and observe all at the same time. It's a opportunity that only one who can walk that fine line of two cultures can experience.
I speak Spanish. I'm married to a Mexican, the closest relationship one can have by choice. I eat beans for breakfast. I put lime on my soup. I watch telenovelas (yes I admit I've been watching "Hasta Que el Dinero no Se Pare"). I rout for Mexico in the World Cup. And someday I'll even have a Mexican Passport. But I'll never fully be Mexican because...
Every time I meet someone new they always ask me, "hablas espanol?" with a doubtful look. I don't look the part. And even after I convince people that I indeed hablo espanol, conversation is still limited. I know they are thinking to themselves "what do I talk to this Gringa about?" And I, knowing full well that my Spanish is just fine, always feel like if I talk to much they are going to find fault with my Spanish and really dismiss me as a poser. So I, a very outgoing person, withdraw, thus reinforcing my outsider status. A vicious cycle.
But this weekend I came to a positive realization about this. I don't know that I want to ever fully be. It was fun to be the "only one." I like the anonymity it gives. I like the observations I can make. I like the freedom to step outside of the moment and reflect.
My husband has been playing the part of the "only one" ever since we moved to Colorado. When he started his job he was the only Mexican working on a staff of 160+ people. He has been able to give me insights into my culture that I would never have noticed on my own.
I think together we are creating our own culture. A culture of the middle realm, where Spanish and English intermingle, where brown and white make a beautiful shade of tan and love holds lives from both sides of the border together.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
On Futbol
My husband is leaving me. It happened once before, right after we were married. We were newlyweds just back from our honeymoon. We moved into our new apartment in Tucson and about a week later he left. He was up at all hours of the night. I had been replaced. About a month later he came back. I forgave him for his temporary insanity and things have been great for the last 4 years. But tomorrow I'll be single again.
Tomorrow Mexico plays the first game of the entire World Cup against South Africa (the host county if you really don't follow soccer). My husband is taking off work and going over to a friends house to watch the game live at 8 AM on a giant screen TV. Even if the game was at 3AM he would still be doing this. My husband is obsessed with approximately 2 hobbies, Futbol (soccer) and music, in that order. To call them hobbies makes it sound, well like a Hobie. They aren't really hobbies for him, more like the definitions of his life. He honestly could listen to ESPN Deportes or Futbol Picante 24 hours a day 7 days a week and not bore even for a second. Right now he is watching the pre-cup show. Juanes (who is supporting Mexico in the World Cup, because Colombia didn't earn itself a spot) is playing a pre-cup concert and I just had to tell him to calm down because he came out with a Mexican flag and my husband flipped out. I had to remind him that our son was sleeping and he better not wake him. So basically this concert is combining two of his favorite things in life, futbol and music.
Four years ago as newlyweds I was the dutiful new wife and tried to care about this obsession of his. I'm not sure if out of love for my husband or because I had absolutely no idea what I was getting into. I taped every game for him (pre-DVR days) and left him to scream and shout all he wanted. I even learned how the tournament was set up, some of the rules of the game and which teams had a decent chance and who sucked. I brought my book and sat with him on the couch while he watched every game aired on our non-cable TV.
This go round is different. For one I'm not the dutiful newlywed. I'm a seasoned (well 4 years at least) wife who knows that it might be best for our marriage to just let him have his month. Plus with a 10 month old, when do I have time to sit and read a book?
I'll try and keep you all posted about the madness that is consuming this house hold and I'll also try to keep my sanity among it all. For now I have to say, VIVA MEXICO!
Tomorrow Mexico plays the first game of the entire World Cup against South Africa (the host county if you really don't follow soccer). My husband is taking off work and going over to a friends house to watch the game live at 8 AM on a giant screen TV. Even if the game was at 3AM he would still be doing this. My husband is obsessed with approximately 2 hobbies, Futbol (soccer) and music, in that order. To call them hobbies makes it sound, well like a Hobie. They aren't really hobbies for him, more like the definitions of his life. He honestly could listen to ESPN Deportes or Futbol Picante 24 hours a day 7 days a week and not bore even for a second. Right now he is watching the pre-cup show. Juanes (who is supporting Mexico in the World Cup, because Colombia didn't earn itself a spot) is playing a pre-cup concert and I just had to tell him to calm down because he came out with a Mexican flag and my husband flipped out. I had to remind him that our son was sleeping and he better not wake him. So basically this concert is combining two of his favorite things in life, futbol and music.
Four years ago as newlyweds I was the dutiful new wife and tried to care about this obsession of his. I'm not sure if out of love for my husband or because I had absolutely no idea what I was getting into. I taped every game for him (pre-DVR days) and left him to scream and shout all he wanted. I even learned how the tournament was set up, some of the rules of the game and which teams had a decent chance and who sucked. I brought my book and sat with him on the couch while he watched every game aired on our non-cable TV.
This go round is different. For one I'm not the dutiful newlywed. I'm a seasoned (well 4 years at least) wife who knows that it might be best for our marriage to just let him have his month. Plus with a 10 month old, when do I have time to sit and read a book?
I'll try and keep you all posted about the madness that is consuming this house hold and I'll also try to keep my sanity among it all. For now I have to say, VIVA MEXICO!
Sunday, May 30, 2010
On Dinner
So I made Kebabs the other day, Middle Eastern style with hummus and pita bread. As I'm putting the food out on the table, my MIL somehow mysteriously added a dish of frijoles, salsa and corn tortillas to the mix. I say mysteriously because I really don't remember seeing her cooking and more importantly since when did salsa go with hummus? The first time she did this I have to say I was a offended. I had made Indian, Chicken Tikka Masala with Naan and lentils and suddenly there was a dish of frijoles, corn tortillas and salsa on the table. My MIL proceeded to top her chicken masala with salsa and scoop it up with a tortilla. I had to ask myself, what did I do wrong? I know i'm not the best cook in the world (ok that's not even close) I know I'm not a good cook, (that's better) but still did it taste that bad? I stewed about it for a few weeks until my husband made sushi and chicken fried rice one night for dinner. Suddenly as we are sitting down to eat out comes the corn tortillas, frijoles and salsa. Ahhhhh... I started to see a pattern. Dinner, no matter what you are having, is not complete without frijoles, tortillas and salsa.
I'm not sure if this is really true for all of Mexico or all Mexicans but food in Mexico seems to be fairly homogeneous. Aside from the occasional hamburger, pizza and of course Chinese (those Chinese have really found a place in world in terms of food. Even in the smallest of towns there is always a Chinese restaurant) Mexicans generally seem to eat a fairly homogeneous diet of Mexican food. I went to college in LA and am used to a variety of different foods. But I suppose just like language food isn't stagnant either. There is a Mexican Sushi restaurant in Tucson. The wife is Mexican and the husband Japanese. You can order tacos followed by chicken tempura and green tea fried ice cream. Or another fusion favorite of mine was in Azusa. There was a Thai Taco stand. You could order a Pad Thai or a Burrito from the same small take out restaurant.
So maybe my MIL is onto something, creating new flavors and cuisines. Or more likely dinner just isn't dinner without frijoles, salsa and tortillas!
I'm not sure if this is really true for all of Mexico or all Mexicans but food in Mexico seems to be fairly homogeneous. Aside from the occasional hamburger, pizza and of course Chinese (those Chinese have really found a place in world in terms of food. Even in the smallest of towns there is always a Chinese restaurant) Mexicans generally seem to eat a fairly homogeneous diet of Mexican food. I went to college in LA and am used to a variety of different foods. But I suppose just like language food isn't stagnant either. There is a Mexican Sushi restaurant in Tucson. The wife is Mexican and the husband Japanese. You can order tacos followed by chicken tempura and green tea fried ice cream. Or another fusion favorite of mine was in Azusa. There was a Thai Taco stand. You could order a Pad Thai or a Burrito from the same small take out restaurant.
So maybe my MIL is onto something, creating new flavors and cuisines. Or more likely dinner just isn't dinner without frijoles, salsa and tortillas!
Sunday, May 9, 2010
On 10 de Mayo or Mother's Day
Mother's day in Mexico is the 10th of May. I rather prefer the second Sunday in May idea, Sundays are a good day for family, but either works. In fact it just occurred to me, I think I should celebrate both. I'm declaring Mother's day for our house be today and tomorrow :)
I want to dedicate this blog to my mother-in-law. Why not to my mother, you might ask? Well this is supposed to be about becoming Mexican and my mom is definitely not Mexican. She is however my best friend and I will be lucky to be even half as good of a mother as she is.
But onto my Mother-in-law. I am blessed. I realize that typically mother-in-laws or suegras and daughter-in-laws or nueras don't usually get along. There's even been a movie "Monster-in-law" to dramatize this usually estranged relationship. But as I said I am blessed.
I have known my suegra for 18 years now. I met her long before my husband and I were even thinking of each other. But it's been within the last year that I've really gotten to know her. There are several words that come to mind when I think of my suegra, Ma de Rosario Viesca Davila Gallegos.
Strong- along with being a recent breast cancer survivor she has to be one of the strongest women I've ever met. When she went into labor with my husband she walked herself to the hospital. She didn't complain at all through the delivery of my cuanda (sister-in-law) and when asked by others in the hospital, she simple said "Why? It's not going to change anything?".
Gracious- I have watched her over the years deal with all kinds of people in all kinds of situations. She is kind and gracious to everyone. On trips to Mexico if families weren't able to host some of the youth she would simply pull out more sleeping bags and take everyone. Then she would get up in the morning and start cooking pancakas (pancakes- another Spanglish word).
Hard working- she never stops. I had to tell her yesterday that she was not allowed to cook, clean, wash, or launder anything today. That today was Mother's day and it was her day to rest. When my son came suddenly 2 and half months early this last August she was on a plane the very next day. She swept into our house and for two months while we dealt with the difficulties of having our son in the NICU she cooked, cleaned, laundered and even made my bed. I couldn't have asked for more.
A Domestic Goddess- is there anything this woman can't do? She cuts my hair for Pete's sake!
A Respected Voice- While my father-in-law is the Pastor, his ministry would not have been complete without my suegra. When she gives advice to families, they listen. When they are in need, she helps. She's been the glue that has held congregations together.
Finally, as most of you know, she's a Top Chef. My cunada and I were shopping together the other day and I went to buy a can of soup. She looked at it and said "I've never had soup from a can." Everything my suegra makes is homemade and seriously delicious. She can make lentil soup tasty.
So, although this is all in English and my cuanda is going to have to translate if for her, Rosario you are loved and appreciated. Happy Mother's Day.
I want to dedicate this blog to my mother-in-law. Why not to my mother, you might ask? Well this is supposed to be about becoming Mexican and my mom is definitely not Mexican. She is however my best friend and I will be lucky to be even half as good of a mother as she is.
But onto my Mother-in-law. I am blessed. I realize that typically mother-in-laws or suegras and daughter-in-laws or nueras don't usually get along. There's even been a movie "Monster-in-law" to dramatize this usually estranged relationship. But as I said I am blessed.
I have known my suegra for 18 years now. I met her long before my husband and I were even thinking of each other. But it's been within the last year that I've really gotten to know her. There are several words that come to mind when I think of my suegra, Ma de Rosario Viesca Davila Gallegos.
Strong- along with being a recent breast cancer survivor she has to be one of the strongest women I've ever met. When she went into labor with my husband she walked herself to the hospital. She didn't complain at all through the delivery of my cuanda (sister-in-law) and when asked by others in the hospital, she simple said "Why? It's not going to change anything?".
Gracious- I have watched her over the years deal with all kinds of people in all kinds of situations. She is kind and gracious to everyone. On trips to Mexico if families weren't able to host some of the youth she would simply pull out more sleeping bags and take everyone. Then she would get up in the morning and start cooking pancakas (pancakes- another Spanglish word).
Hard working- she never stops. I had to tell her yesterday that she was not allowed to cook, clean, wash, or launder anything today. That today was Mother's day and it was her day to rest. When my son came suddenly 2 and half months early this last August she was on a plane the very next day. She swept into our house and for two months while we dealt with the difficulties of having our son in the NICU she cooked, cleaned, laundered and even made my bed. I couldn't have asked for more.
A Domestic Goddess- is there anything this woman can't do? She cuts my hair for Pete's sake!
A Respected Voice- While my father-in-law is the Pastor, his ministry would not have been complete without my suegra. When she gives advice to families, they listen. When they are in need, she helps. She's been the glue that has held congregations together.
Finally, as most of you know, she's a Top Chef. My cunada and I were shopping together the other day and I went to buy a can of soup. She looked at it and said "I've never had soup from a can." Everything my suegra makes is homemade and seriously delicious. She can make lentil soup tasty.
So, although this is all in English and my cuanda is going to have to translate if for her, Rosario you are loved and appreciated. Happy Mother's Day.
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