what am I going on about?

My son said to me that dinner tonight was the best Mexican food he ever tasted.  Shh.  Don't tell Mama.  I've spent some time trying to duplicate her cuisine and I think I'm getting closer.  That lady is something else.  I think I ate beans and rice at least five times a week from the time I can remember until I was 18 and it always tasted good.  I don't think I ever got tired of chicken and rice.   I can't speak for every member of the family.  I distinctly remember Veronica and Kristina talking about clucking and growing feathers if they had chicken one more time. 

We were a six-member, one income household and Mexican food is inexpensive to cook.  Rice, beans, chicken, tortilla ingredients...I think I probably spent $8.00 on dinner for the three of us tonight and still have leftovers. 

Is it weird to identify FOOD with fun, family, gatherings and a sense of satisfaction with life?  maybe that's why I'm so fat. 

Irene brought breakfast to work on Friday.  She made chorizo-bean and chorizo-egg tacos.  I had three with her fabulous homemade salsa.  We got to talking about making tortillas.  Both our moms used a whole bag of flour everytime they made masa.  We both use a couple of cups of flour when we cook.  I told her that I never wanted to learn how to make tortillas when I was young.  My mom used to tell me that my husband would expect me to make them.  (I think at the time she still expected me to marry a Mexican)  I told her I couldn't imagine a man worth the effort.   My guys are worth it and now I make them... mostly on weekends and nights there's not football practice.  It's taken some trial and error, but I'm pretty happy with my current recipe.  Ok, I don't really have a  recipe, but I throw stuff in a bowl pretty much in the same ratios more consitently.

Yeah, I'm turning into my mother.  This isn't news; it's been happening slowly over time.  The process seems to be speeding up as time goes by.  I don't fight it.  I just buy more hair dye.

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On a different note...  This is the time of the year when I start asking when the family is gathering next year.  I'm asking.  What city are we invading come summertime 2009?