October Saga - Day 10
Can't help but find it
interesting that even after
ten years of retirement I
still find weekends and
holidays rather enticing!
Indigenous Peoples's Day!
I like the name ever so much
better than the name I grew
up with . . . Columbus Day.
I get that much reparation
needs to happen, but am ever
so glad that at least some is
happening.
I'm going to celebrate with
a Mexican dish named mole.
It is customarily made in Olde
Mexico. The further south you
go, the more interesting and
authentic. I love mole and
particularly mole from the
border between Mexico and
Guatemala.
My children's father has such
an amazing family. I love the
story where three of his aunts
kidnapped me at the beginning
of my twenty years in Mexico
and taught me to make mole.
Before embarking on the three-
day venture, I had to promise
never to share the recipe with
anyone other than my kids.
Making mole over the past
umpteen years has brought me
great joy to both my cultural
soul and my palate. I would
confess I quite enjoy serving
it to guests as well.
Thus, my b-day gift to myself
today, the arrival of a long
time friend with birthday cake
in hand. In turn, I'll serve her
my mole. Such fun!
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