Yesterday was January 6th. And it was a fun, event-filled day. Granted, it was spent mostly studying and making summaries, but it was also a day of a marvelous culinary outing and unforgettable Milo moments. But first some background:
Día de Reyes, or Kings’ Day, January the 6th is the day that in the Catholic calendar, we celebrate the visit of the three Magi to Jesus in the manger. Catholic countries celebrate in different ways. From family gatherings, to specific traditions. In México, the Día de Reyes is -originally- when the children would receive their gifts, as a reminder of the gifts the Magi brought to Jesus. Now Christmas has taken over, so the gift-giving is mostly split between the two occasions. Anyway. Besides the gift-giving, it’s typical custom to eat a rosca de reyes, a round shaped bread, made with dried fruit and stuffed with different mini-items (rings, books, etc). One of those items is a figurine of the baby Jesus. If you get it, then you have to buy the tamales for the día de la Candelaria party on February 2nd.
Now why this cultural story? Because even though I’m not big into sweets, I woke up kinda sad that I had no rosca to bite into and nobody trying to make sure I got the baby figurine. However, good news awaited me, because my lovely Cristina had left a message on my phone telling me of a place that she had found out would be offering rosca. And the baby-figurine ensured that instead of having to buy the tamales, the restaurant would give them to you for 10 people on Feb. 2nd. We decided to go there for dinner in a heartbeat.
Meanwhile, continuing with the Mexican theme, I decided to make myself some breakfast tacos. As I pulled out the tortillas to warm them up, one fell to the floor and, sleepy that I was, I didn’t pick it up in time. Therefore, it was snatched by the “cleanup crew”, who, as a true Mexican child, enjoyed it thoroughly:
He he. Isn’t he the best?
During the afternoon, I worked with some more texts for school. As a good grad-student, I have books all over the place. Including Milo’s bed on the floor. At one point I turned around to see him, and discovered him like this:
Dead asleep on the book. Is this his way of helping me study, by trying to get it through osmosis (and then report back to me, I assume), or a true representation of the effects of some academic books?
My afternoon was more productive, though. As I reward, I went to meet Cristina and the gang for our Mexican dinner and rosca. However, we found out that the place was not only far away, but preeetty pricey, so we decided that since the rosca had more of a sentimental than flavorful value, we could live without it and settled for a new restaurant that was closer: Papatzul. Turned out to be one of the best culinary decisions ever made. The food was delicious!!! The masa of the tlacoyos and sopes exquisite, and all the flavors of the others ingredients were there complementing them perfectly. The margaritas, were not bad either. I had one made with hibiscus flower tea (flor de jamaica, in Mexico) and it was de-lish. At one point the chef came out to greet another table and we snatched him and talked to him for a little bit. He’s from Mexico City and was delighted to hear us give him props. And they were deserved. To me, Mexican food is good when it can pass the following standards: It can compete with my mom’s, my nana’s or the Market three blocks away from my grandpa’s house. The food here passed all three levels. It was amazing; I could’ve eaten all night long. Instead, I bought an order of 10 tlacoyos to bring home and freeze, so I can have them for breakfast on several weekends.