“Toques, toques, toques.”
But you know that such evils have nothing to do against the ultimate powers of a red thread. The same infamous red thread that cures hiccups, indigestion, and protects your unborn child.
Watching La Selección being eliminated in penalty rounds…again.
Because you always eat it in its street stall presentation: full of mayonnaise, lime, chili, cheese, salt, and more chili (the spicy one please).
Maybe as a guest, maybe as a chambelán, or maybe as the quinceañera herself. No matter what, you fear the day when photos of that day will start showing up on Facebook… and that day will come.
Yes, your use of diminutives is way higher than average. Momentito, por favor.
And you have always wondered where does people who actually use their ovens keep their whole kitchenware.
Yes, the one with a family of lions portrayed on it.
But you have seen several Pedro Infante movies and can even quote some of his characters. “Amorcito corazón, yo tengo tentación de un beso…”
You see Mixtecs, Zapotecs, Tzotzils, Mazatecs, Huicholes, Olmecs, Otomis, Totonacs, Purepechas… and you prefer the name Mexicas rather than Aztecs.
You can clearly distinguish between freshly made and pre-packed, you know there’s a difference in taste between blue corn and normal corn, you also know that both sides of the tortilla are completely different, and have learned to leave the top tortilla as a natural heat maintaining device. Oh yes, there’s science behind tortillas.
It’s quite likely that you’ve never ventured past the Guatemalan border.
Than having a cup of atole or café de olla.
And you know there’s something strangely soothing about it.
And even though every variety tastes exactly the same, you had a favorite among fideos, munición, estrellitas, and letras.
This is quite confusing for foreigners who are visiting Mexico for the first time. Mexicans normally refer to Mexico City simply as Mexico, so it’s possible to be in Mexico and take a bus that’s headed to Mexico. Want to complicate things a little further? There’s also a state called Mexico in the central part of the country… and no, it’s not the same as Mexico City.
And you clearly distinguish their flavors too.
México has more mountain ranges than chili varieties. Wherever you look you’re gonna be confronted by some big ass mountains with some more big ass mountains behind…unless you live in the Yucatán península, which is flat as a pancake.
Chilaquiles, pancita, birria, consome and every single kind of salsa covered eggs. If that doesn’t help… you always have the michelada option.
But also the Noa Noa… Juanga is the shit! 