TO GRANDMOTHER'S HOUSE WE GO

When invited to Grandmother’s house for dinner, the wise person will always say yes.  So it came to be last Saturday that we arrived at Lucy’s (our host here in Uruapan) parents’ house. In Mexico, dinner happens at 2pm when all the shops close and everyone goes home to eat and then rest. We were welcomed by Lucy’s four brothers and twenty cousins to a long table ensconced with Don Julio Anejo tequila, a mount of limes and a pile of salt for the tequila, different kinds of chips, soda and Mexican beer. 

Then the food arrived. We were served vats of roasted goat, baskets of hot tortillas, and bowls of green salsa, red salsa and fresh onion-cilantro salad. After the goat was eaten they brought out a roasted chicken and everyone started the meal all over again. After that, when we were surely stuffed to the gills, Grandma unveiled her famous cake with homemade lechita frosting which was a sticky icing that melted in the hot afternoon sun. 

Rosie was passed from auntie to auntie, cousin to cousin, and tasted her first goat meat.  Rowan made friends with the younger cousins and played for hours. He didn't understand Spanish and the cousins didn't understand English, but somehow they made it work. Travis and I ate and drank, and then ate and drank some more while visiting with the Familia. We didn't understand much Spanish and they didn't understand much English, but somehow we made it work.

Sharing a good meal is universal.