Tuesday, May 05, 2009

Neon takes Mexico



Oye, look at this guerita! So pale next to these mujeres in their huipils. There's nothing like being in Mexico that makes me feel like the whitest American out there. I am about as Mexican as you all are British, German, Hungarian or whatever. My family has been here in the states for 5 generations now. Over the years, we've lost a lot of the Mexican traditions and most regrettably, the language. Only my aunt can still speak it, but that's because she traveled in Mexico when she was younger. Everyone else only knows food Spanish (burrito, taco, tamal, menudo, tripas, etc.). Just last Christmas at a family gathering, I shuddered when I heard a relative ask someone to warm a tortilla on the comadre. Oh brother. He meant comal, which is the cast iron tortilla warmer thing. A comadre is a lady friend. Like an old lady friend. A comadre would use a comal, but they are hardly the same thing. That's how Mexican we are.

Moving on! We had a great time on our much needed, long-planned, 5 year anniversary vacation. The weather was great, hardly humid, very warm and mostly sunny. We got in a good day at the beach, worked on our tans (which I can't even show off because of the arctic weather here), drank, ate and saw some sights.




I ate a lot of stuff that looks like this. This is a huarache, which was like a big, soft tostada. Being a vegetarian in Mexico basically sucks. I ate a whole lot of beans, cheese and tortillas. I know, wah, wah! I had it so rough.


Check this out. Leon BEER!



And Sol beer? What's next? Levy beer? This is a chelada. It's just like a Sacramento Treat except it's made with lime juice instead of lemon. Oh, and it's got salt. I'm in love.




Look who we got to hang out with on our trip! Yay, friends! It was so nice to see them. They're having a baby this fall and we're super excited for them. What a cute little fam.



One of the days, we went to Tulum. This place is fascinating! Ancient Maya ruins on the coast. Just look at that water! We had a cute little tour guide, but man did he turn my brain into mush! He could speak English, but since he knew I could speak a little Spanish, he kept asking me to translate to my friends. Ordinarily, I might have been able to, but he had a bad lisp and he was hard to follow.



Here are some locals on the pier. I love this lady.


There was some tequila action happening here, but I didn't get in on it. I didn't want to stray from my precious cheladas.




We ate at this cute little place one morning, outside the tourist area. Check out my fruit plate! The staff there were really nice. I had fruit, fresh orange juice and two huge panquques for about $2 usd. Unfortunately, right after this we took the world's fastest, bounciest ferry ride to isla Cozumel and I had to experience this breakfast all over again if you know what I mean. Ugh!




Cozumel was gorgeous. I liked these horse and carriage guys.


Everywhere we went, there were beautiful colors.




And jungle!



We did some snorkeling. It was only a little scary.


For our last day, we stayed in Cancun. Our flight the next morning was super early, so we decided to stick close to the airport. Our hotel, El Rey Caribe was way outside of the hotel zone and extremely hard to find. We had to ask at least a dozen people how find it. Finally I spotted a lady with the hotel shirt on and she walked us ten feet down the street and boom, there it was. Phew!



The courtyard was beautiful! The area the hotel was in was kind of lame, so this place was a real sanctuary.



We left in the morning at dawn and began our long journey home. We had a six hour layover in Houston, but it really didn't seem that long. We walked around, played in this cool echo dome they had, conducted races on the moving walkways and read our books. It wasn't until we saw the TVs playing the news that we learned about the swine flu drama, which had unfolded during our vacation. We hadn't even heard about it in Mexico. And now we're back! We totally missed Ira while we were gone, but didn't regret leaving him with his grandparents. He had a great time, too. When we got back, we got the best hugs from him. My heart just about melted when he said "I'm so happy you're here!" It was pretty sweet.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Focaccia


Focaccia
Originally uploaded by riblet.

Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out!

I made this. It was good, but I don't believe I'll be whipping it up again any time soon. It took two days and a lot of worry. What worries me about bread is that unlike a soup, you can't really taste the dough as you cook and adjust to maximize the success of the end product. You sort of throw the things together, rise, shape, rise and bake it blindly. The control freak in me is having a really hard time accepting this. The mantra I've come up with is: LET GO AND LET DOUGH.

I'm starting to understand that tasty bread calls for an overnight fermentation in the fridge. Oh, and with this loaf, you don't even want to know the calorie count per slice. Let's just say that this bread is baked with more oil than you think is possible. And then you pour more on top of it. The result is a superbly crafted bread, but it leaves a healthy sheen of oil on my fingers, which I'm not ashamed to lick clean.

Oh, bread. I love you like a fat kid loves, well, bread!

Sunday, March 29, 2009

First foccacia


First foccacia
Originally uploaded by riblet.

Fueled by my major failure last week with preschool, I've been making up for my parenting inadequacies with a total cooking storm in the kitchen. It's been very therapeutic. This weekend I made pinto beans, garbanzo beans and this foccacia. Beans and bread, beans and bread!!

The foccacia came out pretty good, but a much denser crumb than expected. I don't understand bread science yet, but I think it's either because I used too much flour or kneaded it too much. The recipe is from "Vegetarian Cooking for Everyone" by Deborah Madison. I find myself turning to this book again and again. Over half the loaf was gone by this afternoon. Leon and I had little toasty sandwiches with it, topped with farmer's market tomatoes, salt, pepper, good olive oil and some cheese.

My efforts in the kitchen prompted this sad exchange:

Me: "I made foccacia! It basically sucks not to be married to me right now."

Leon: "It kind of does, since I'm on a diet and you're making all this bread."

Wah!

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Behaving badly



Ugh. I hope I never have to relive today. It started off with a giant spilled coffee mess and ended up with Ira and me in tears several times throughout the day. Preschool kicked our butts.



Ira crashed at ten PM last night and was up bright and early at 7:30 am this morning. I kind of knew that would get us off to a rough start, but I thought the appeal of today's "big kid school" session would have him in higher spirits. So wrong! First rule of toddler fight club is that nothing ever quite goes how mommy wants it to. Not only did he get in several squabbles over toys, but he fully cart-jacked (that's what you call it when you take someone's shopping cart at gunpoint, right?) a little girl and yelled "I shoot you! Pechooo!" The other moms went slack-jawed while I cringed and felt my heart break into pieces. These East Sac, polished moms, wearing their $300 shoes must think we're scum of the earth. I apologized profusely to the offended parties, grabbed Ira and went outside for a breather. We sat out for circle time, but took our snack quietly. Camille just so kindly reminded me that I can't be all bad because I make my own bread. I just have to figure out a way to drop that fact into conversation around the polished moms.



Later on the playground, some moms tried to console me, noting that we all have bad days. I still felt like worst mom of the year. One of them asked "where does he learn that?!" She was referring to the earlier shooting. I had to lay blame on my old school parents. Wherever Ira picked up the play shooting, TV or whatever...I don't know, but my parents perpetuate it. Ira shoots them, they shoot him back, explaining "that's what boys do, they play guns!" Maybe they do, but I was having an extremely hard time relaying to them how kids aren't encouraged to play this way anymore. Ever heard of Columbine, mom? Besides, we live way too close to Oak Park to play-shoot anyone. In telling them what happened today, through tears and all, I think they finally got my point. The toy box at their house will be thoroughly weeded through and all remaining toy guns will be thrown out.



Awful, awful day. Also, don't ever buy a huge brick of cheese at Costco and then change your mind wanting to exchange it 2 minutes after you buy it. The member service chick will make you feel guilty by telling you that they have to throw the entire brick of cheese away.



So today's lessons are:
1. Always screw the lid onto your coffee travel mug tight.
2. If you you don't think your kid is going to hack it at preschool, consider sitting that day out.
3. If the mood is right, cheese guilt can deftly bring one to tears.