November 19, 2018
There is a certain flavor to by-gone kitchy, knick-knacks and tacky odds and ends I recall of Mexican homes, I visited as a child, like Dona Juana’s. I say this with the utmost of respect for the people I grew up around and my surroundings. For those in the know, recognized as “Rasquache Art.” The unfailing shrine to the Virgin de Guadalupe overseeing all, next to President Kennedy, bright flowers and don’t forget bulls and roosters. Bulls were big in Mi Abuelito’s casa. I wished I had taken a picture inside the curio cabinet(to the right) at the restaurant last night that has over flooded my cabeza with all these memories. Inside the cabinet is “busting out” with many things; including small statutes the likes of President Trump, Kim Jong-un, Che Guevara, small mariachis and many more with a sprinkling of old musty dust.If you can envision a Día de Los Muertos shrine up all year round. That’s what I’m talking about, but in a reallife size home. I also remember every elderly Mexican women wearing her apron. As a child I remember thinking the dirtier the apron the better the cook she must be. Mi Abuelito loved bulls and bull-fighting. And, we as children grew up watching bull fights on tv every Sunday. Consequently, I grew up loving and respecting the art of bull-fighting.
Abrazos
