Now, I think we should have been able
to not only try the mole, but as women
involved in a three-day saga, we should
have made a proper meal of it at the end
of the day. Alas, not so . . . and frankly, I
felt my mouth had already been watering
for several days.
This particular morning was all about
getting ready for the familial banquet.
One of the aunts was all about getting
both brown and black beans ground,
seasoned and re-fried. Yet another tía
was prepping all the ingredients for
guacamole. And, not to forget three
different kinds of rice; white, yellow
and red.
There were three chickens on the bake,
being basted and assessed on a regular
basis. I may be a vegetarian, but I could
much appreciate the scents coming from
all directions!.
Family members began arriving. Some
brought flowers, others a bit of vino and
cervezas. Due to the numbers, the fiesta
was going to be held outside. As people
settled into seats, the tías began bringing
out plates with mole drenched chicken,
accompanied with rice and beans, guac
and salad. Me thinks the last supper pales!
Mexican people love family and friends,
eating together, playing music and sharing.
The oohs and awes being uttered around
the card tables were most likely music to
the aunts' ears! I would say that the banquet
went on for a couple of hours, but the fiesta
lasted well into the late evening hours.
Not sure whether I'll be allotted a place in
the celestial realm, but I do know I've visited
for several days . . .
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