The second day, I awakened to the
anticipation of 'fem fam' and mole
preconceptions. Me thinks I was as
excited as my wedding day! We had
a quick coffee and some of Mexico's
famous Pan Dulce and we were off.
Pots sitting on ever orifice were now
getting all the attention. I imagined
we would drain the water but not so.
A couple of cups of both soaked chiles
and water were put in the blender.
Once processed, the contents were put
through a tight strainer and then back
into the blender to be processed over
and over; once again strained.
There were so many pots of chiles that
one blender would have burned up with
so much usage. Looking back, I think
each of the women brought their blenders
so they could be traded off and rested.
Indeed, it took several hours to process
each of the different pots of chiles.
No way, could all of the pots, now filled
with pure strained chile, been fit into any
normal refrigerator. So, they were placed
on the floor of a dark back bedroom and
covered with upside down lids. This way,
ice could be placed in each lid without
running off onto the floor.
Again, I felt the rigors of the day and
looked forward to a rest, an eat and some
shared stories. I must say, there is no
experience that can compare to a group
of Mexican women, comfortable with
each other . . . laughing, jesting, and
telling tales out of school. I may or may
not have joined in, but mostly I sat there
in awe and wanted to be just like them
when I grew up.
It was a hot, hot day and as the evening
cooled off, there was porch and Corona
time. As much as I was enjoying, the
floor and my sleeping bag awaited me. I
fell asleep, smiling with the anticipation
of what the next day would bring.
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