This article is from the October 2001 The Mexico
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Chatting in the Kitchen
by Bruce McGovern
Tonight, we were sitting in the kitchen in our house in DF
(Mexico City) eating a hot caldo my wife made. Caldo is a sort of Mexican stew,
with a lot of vegetables of every sort, and a small quantity of chicken or beef
for flavor. When available, it is eaten, with tortillas of course, for every
meal, which seems strange for folks raised on bacon, egg, and pancake
breakfasts. Corn, green beans, zucchini, potatoes – just about any edible
vegetable seems to belong in a good caldo. If not for that small quantity
of meat, it would be a vegetarian's dream. Here, at 7,200
feet, in unheated houses, if you make a large pot of caldo, you can re_heat it
twice a day, without putting it in the fridge, and it doesn’t go bad before
it’s all consumed.
‘Liliana,’ my niece, and her brother started discussing
plans to visit Cuba again. They started teasing me to go along, and asked if I
needed special permission. I told
them that I had read that I could go from Mexico as long as I don’t spend any
money there. That is rather silly, of course, though I really did read it in a
newspaper, and they had a good laugh.
So, they said if I got caught, I could claim I thought my
tickets were for Cancún, and I had no idea I was in Cuba.
I laughed, and told them I could claim I had wondered why
Cancún was located in the middle of such a large lake – it seemed we flew
across that lake for hours before we arrived. Also, I was surprised that no
matter how far I walked, I never found the end of the beach!