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Joseph,
I just loved your story. It reminded me of one I would like to
share.
share.
I was raised by foster parents from Jalisco, my foster mother was from
LaBarca while my foster father was from Tepatitlan.
LaBarca while my foster father was from Tepatitlan.
He worked for Santa Fe, the graveyard shift, she was a stay-at-home
mom. Our eating routine usually started with "leche con pan dulce" for
breakfast. We came home to a hot meal every day (she wasn't the best cook,
but it was always good and substantial). When we got home from school, we
did chores, homework, etc. Then she would serve her husband his own meal
(always different from what she served us or herself). We would always
wonder why he got the "special" looking stuff, but dared not ask. Later,
we would eat something light, like tostadas, and right before bed we would have
our pan dulce with our leche.
mom. Our eating routine usually started with "leche con pan dulce" for
breakfast. We came home to a hot meal every day (she wasn't the best cook,
but it was always good and substantial). When we got home from school, we
did chores, homework, etc. Then she would serve her husband his own meal
(always different from what she served us or herself). We would always
wonder why he got the "special" looking stuff, but dared not ask. Later,
we would eat something light, like tostadas, and right before bed we would have
our pan dulce with our leche.
One night, when my foster father was working and my brothers were out
playing (I was never allowed to go out and play, as I had to be chaperoned at
all times), I saw her eating fish. She was eating it with such delight,
and I asked to taste it. She let me taste it, but I did not like it.
This was one of the first times that I had ever seen her eat or
prepare fish - she said it reminded her of childhood, but did not
elaborate.
playing (I was never allowed to go out and play, as I had to be chaperoned at
all times), I saw her eating fish. She was eating it with such delight,
and I asked to taste it. She let me taste it, but I did not like it.
This was one of the first times that I had ever seen her eat or
prepare fish - she said it reminded her of childhood, but did not
elaborate.
Now that left an impression upon me, because fish was expensive and not
necessarily readily available in Chicago (fresh) during those days, nor did we
ever get fish when we went to Jalisco visiting family. Just recently, I
learned that her father was a fisherman - he used to fish at the Laguna de
Chapala. It saddened me that she would prepare special meals for
her husband and separate meals for herself and us.
necessarily readily available in Chicago (fresh) during those days, nor did we
ever get fish when we went to Jalisco visiting family. Just recently, I
learned that her father was a fisherman - he used to fish at the Laguna de
Chapala. It saddened me that she would prepare special meals for
her husband and separate meals for herself and us.
I am wondering if anyone else had a similar ritual when they grew up?
Can anyone tell me why pan dulce was served right before bedtime and a light
supper provided?
Can anyone tell me why pan dulce was served right before bedtime and a light
supper provided?
Esperanza
present time to do that. I even catch myself doing it with my family. My mom use
to make us (Children) separate food from my father because he liked his food
extremely hot/Spicy! She would make herself the same thing as my father but
without all the jalapeños/serranos/chile de arbol. It eventually changed when we
got older and we were able to love the food as hot as my
dad.
everything we eat and my kids do not like it. So, I have to prepare them
something completely different. It's sad to say but my 7yr old son has
refused to eat mexican food for a long time because he thinks it looks
disgusting . . . But I'm changing all that!!! Last week he ate a burrito de
Chorizo and loved it. I'm more than willing to share recipes with the group. I'm
married to someone from Jalisco, so I have made it my mission to learn a lot of
dishes from my target area. I also have purchased the recipe book,
Frida's Fiestas : Recipes and Reminiscences of Life with Frida
Kahlo.
it. I will add some from there . . .
From: ranchos@yahoogroups.com
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Sent: Thursday, March 02, 2006 3:13
PM
To: ranchos@yahoogroups.com
Subject: Re: [ranchos]
Memories of food
Joseph,
I just loved your story. It reminded me of one I would like to
share.
share.
I was raised by foster parents from Jalisco, my foster mother was from
LaBarca while my foster father was from Tepatitlan.
LaBarca while my foster father was from Tepatitlan.
He worked for Santa Fe, the graveyard shift, she was a stay-at-home
mom. Our eating routine usually started with "leche con pan dulce" for
breakfast. We came home to a hot meal every day (she wasn't the best cook,
but it was always good and substantial). When we got home from school, we
did chores, homework, etc. Then she would serve her husband his own meal
(always different from what she served us or herself). We would always
wonder why he got the "special" looking stuff, but dared not ask. Later,
we would eat something light, like tostadas, and right before bed we would have
our pan dulce with our leche.
mom. Our eating routine usually started with "leche con pan dulce" for
breakfast. We came home to a hot meal every day (she wasn't the best cook,
but it was always good and substantial). When we got home from school, we
did chores, homework, etc. Then she would serve her husband his own meal
(always different from what she served us or herself). We would always
wonder why he got the "special" looking stuff, but dared not ask. Later,
we would eat something light, like tostadas, and right before bed we would have
our pan dulce with our leche.
One night, when my foster father was working and my brothers were out
playing (I was never allowed to go out and play, as I had to be chaperoned at
all times), I saw her eating fish. She was eating it with such delight,
and I asked to taste it. She let me taste it, but I did not like it.
This was one of the first times that I had ever seen her eat or
prepare fish - she said it reminded her of childhood, but did not
elaborate.
playing (I was never allowed to go out and play, as I had to be chaperoned at
all times), I saw her eating fish. She was eating it with such delight,
and I asked to taste it. She let me taste it, but I did not like it.
This was one of the first times that I had ever seen her eat or
prepare fish - she said it reminded her of childhood, but did not
elaborate.
Now that left an impression upon me, because fish was expensive and not
necessarily readily available in Chicago (fresh) during those days, nor did we
ever get fish when we went to Jalisco visiting family. Just recently, I
learned that her father was a fisherman - he used to fish at the Laguna de
Chapala. It saddened me that she would prepare special meals for
her husband and separate meals for herself and us.
necessarily readily available in Chicago (fresh) during those days, nor did we
ever get fish when we went to Jalisco visiting family. Just recently, I
learned that her father was a fisherman - he used to fish at the Laguna de
Chapala. It saddened me that she would prepare special meals for
her husband and separate meals for herself and us.
I am wondering if anyone else had a similar ritual when they grew up?
Can anyone tell me why pan dulce was served right before bedtime and a light
supper provided?
Can anyone tell me why pan dulce was served right before bedtime and a light
supper provided?
Esperanza
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