Sunday, May 11, 2014

Honor, Gratitude, & Remembrance

It all starts somewhere.

Whenever anyone remarks on my kindness, my smile, my compassion, my passion for taking care of others, and my memory for details, I always give credit where credit is due.  And the lion's share would easily go to the two women who raised me:  my Mother and her Mother.

Monday, May 5, 2014

Horchata: Happy Cinco de Mayo!

The first time I had horchata was when I moved to Austin in 2002.  It was at a taqueria in the wee hours of the morning after a night at the clubs, and my friends were ordering tall red plastic glass after tall red plastic glass of it.  When I asked what it was and they described it as "milky, cinnamony, and sweet," it didn't exactly rouse my tastebuds.  But upon being coaxed into taking a sip so I could "see for myself,"let's just say it was a wake-up call.  The look and the smile on my face made all my friends laugh out loud.  And that morning marked my leap onto the horchata bandwagon as tall red plastic glass after tall red plastic glass found its way to my place at the table.