
Papirex

Nov 22, 2011, 11:23 AM
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Today, Tuesday the 22nd, Sarita, my suegra (mother-in-law), and my sobrino (nephew) from Queretero are supposed to arrive here in Cuernavaca so we can attend the American style Thanksgiving dinner at St Mikes (St. Michaels Episcopal Church) on Thursday the 24th. We have gone there before, Most Mexicans really enjoy American turkey Holiday dinners. The Holiday dinners at St. Mikes are always delicious, they have a cash bar, so a person can have a drink with dinner if they like, I no longer drink. I invited them, and Carlotta from next door. My sobrino has been seeing Carlotta a lot. Carlotta is a very nice young girl, She is like my “step-daughter”, even though her father is still living. Last night Carlotta brought me a home cooked dinner again. It was Flautas (flutes), They are tightly rolled crisp tortillas around a meat filling. The ones I had last night were filled with chicken, covered with crema (like sour cream), and covered with a green salad. Delicious, Doris used to prepare them sometimes. People that say they don’t like Mexican food have usually never tried a variety of it. You will seldom find any genuine Mexican food in any “Mexican” restaurant NOB (North Of the Border) Real Mexican food is spicy and delicious sometimes, but seldom hot. Sarita does like hot chili's, in fact, she carries a little plastic shaker in her purse, filled with a red powder, so she always has some with her if we eat out. Doris never liked very hot chili's. She could not eat the same Chili”s that her Mom did. It was kind of amusing to see a Mexican put a chili down, saying “Oh, that’s too hot”. She used to prepare Flautas for us sometimes too. I am temporarily lonely again, that should end today. Being a Viudo (widower) is the pits. I miss the companionship of Doris. Now, I really understand what my Dad went through the last 22 years of his life as a widower. It’s not the same as being divorced, when you are usually relieved, and you know your ex is still living. I cannot abandon her country that my wife loved, not yet anyway, maybe never. Rex "The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved" - Victor Hugo
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