Thursday, January 28, 2010

Dry Soup


Dry soup is not the same as wet soup around here. In fact, it is not soup. People refer to sopa seca (dry) versus sopa aguada  (watery), although I think that saying sopa con caldo (broth) sounds more savory for the latter.

Dry soup commonly refers to rice deliciously prepared a la mexicana, with tomato, onions, garlic and bits of vegetables.

So if someone asks you if you would like sopa seca, say "yes"...unless, of course, you are in a restaurant and trying to order what you think of, by definition, as soup.

Come live here.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Brazilian "Chôro" in Patzcuaro

Cine Lunes showed "Brasileirinho, Grandes Encontros do Chôro" last night at Posada Yolihuani. The documentary both entertained and informed.

Brazilians dance! I was overcome by maudlin nostalgia for a time and place.

A place in Patzcuaro.

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Querétaro Doorways


Enter here to a distant past.


Short residents preferred at #20.


Stay on the straight and narrow to access this house.

Friday, January 15, 2010

Gastronómico


Gastronómico. Great name for a fast-food food court at a shopping center. We had to run errands in Morelia and needed to grab something quick to eat. We each ordered a daily special at the Plaza Fiesta Camelinas in Morelia for Pesos $40 (USD $3.15). We sat at an outside table and the meal was served in two courses. My first was a delicious bowl of fresh calabacitas, summer squash, cooked with onions, garlic and fresh tomatoes (dish not shown). My second course was chicken in salsa verde, rice, beans, tortillas, salsa, and hibiscus tea. Good food.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

M-m-m-my Mexico Mantra


Never travel in the highlands in January without my wintersilk longjohns.
O-o-o-h-h-m-m-m.

Never travel in the highlands in January without my wintersilk longjohns.
B-b-r-r-r-r.....!

-2 C ̊ / 28 F ̊ in Saltillo, 38 F ̊ in Querétaro, no heat in rooms...

I know that. What was I thinking?

Cozy places.

Friday, January 8, 2010

Winterscape


Shocks of corn stand forlorn.
Sere, they yearn for their lost Spring.