"Resistance is futile, you will be assimilated." So stated the Borg, the fearsome cyborg enemies of the Federation on the television series Star Trek TNG. Since coming to Mexico last year I have felt at times like I was on the bridge of a doomed Federation starship; desperately trying to get away while everyone around me wants to convince me to like tortillas.
Don't get me wrong, I love Mexican culture as much as the next person; but I just wasn't into tortillas. Flour or corn it made no difference to me I really didn't like them. The Mexican friends can't Imagine a meal without them..."No tortillas?...But...we have to have tortillas!" Really?!! I mean would a baked potato every once in a while kill you? Besides, weren't tortillas basically the thin rubbery thingies that Taco Bell would wrap up their awful burritos with? (Admit it you Taco Bell fans, they don't taste good, they're just cheap and they're open late.) Give me a good plate of arroz con gandules or some habichuelas any day but TORTILLAS?!!, you can keep 'em!
About a month ago however something changed in me. I began to go to the store and buy of all things...tortillas. When we'd go out for a bowl of Birria I began to look forward to the...tortillas. Slowly yet ever so surely my stance was softening. I was getting weak. I began to want, to crave, yes even long for the dreaded...TORTILLA!!!
Okay, so I have totally caved in, but they are pretty tasty. I now even have my favorite tortilla shop, El Bocho Rojo, where I love the tortillas azucar. I buy two packs at time and keep one in the freezer, I mean, you never know when there may be a blizzard here in Guasave and keep me from enjoying my beloved tortillas azucar!
So last week while working in field service Hermana Lopez let it slip out that she had invited Tonya, a needgreater from Texas, over to her house to make tortillas. "What?!!!" I was stunned! I have been here since last year and never once did she invite my family over to make tortillas. I thought we were friends Lilliana? "But, I thought you don't like tortillas?" she replied. Now where on earth did she ever get an idea like that? So this past Monday we were invited to the Lopez home to make tortillas:
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| "the quesadillas are ready" |
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| we enjoyed refritos, panela, arroz and quesadillas made with homemade tortillas of course! |
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ReplyDeleteMy name is Carolyn Oniada from Dallas Tx. I am a friend of Tonya Washington. She sent me a link to your blog so I hope it is ok that I am snooping around. If not, please let me know and I will discontinue any communication. I am loving the fact that you came around about the tortilla. Jehovah is preparing you for the new world. Your initial statement "resistance is futile..." that was funny. Yea, many of us resisit a lot of things but Jehovah has a way of bringing us around. Just think of all the new meals you can have now since you've added tortillas to the menu.
Thanks for reading Carolyn and welcome aboard! Of course I don't mind, feel free to "snoop around" all you like! Sometimes I amaze myself that I can put together a coherent thought so I am happy you have enjoyed reading this.
ReplyDeleteHi Windham's. I'm a friend of Tonya from Texas. My name is Carole Aibaengbee (I-bang-bay - easier than it looks). I loved, loved, loved reading your blog. My family and I are needgreaters in Belize and your feelings and sentiments are much the same as what we have gone through. I realize now too that I need to keep my blogging up because they can really be an encouragement to many friends. My blog is aib5.blogspot.com. Just like I learned about your family from you blog, hopefully you can learn a little about mine. Have a wonderful memorial evening.
ReplyDeleteHi Carole thank you for reading. I got to read some of your posts and all I can say is wow! Keep it going my sister for your words can truly encourage many!
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