Thursday, February 21, 2013

Friday Flash Fiction 55 - La Cocina De Mi Madre

"This's the fourth time this week you've eaten dinner at your mother's house! I keep making you dinner!"

He removed his t-shirt, stained with chile Las Palmas and cheese, wisely saying nothing to his angry young wife.

Across town, his mama' smiled in smug victory, blessing her daughter-in-law's inability to cook Mexican food.


Burritos de chili colorado, con frijoles y arroz rojo (this is what we had for dinner tonight, but this picture is courtesy of google images....)



Viva chile Las Palmas!



I LOVE ANY brand of Mexican beer, with lots of salt and lime, and occasionally a shot of Cuervo Gold. 



Today's 55 is inspired by my son Steven and his girlfriend of five years, Kelsey. I made a comment to him once before he started dating her that he would "probably marry a white girl and piss her off frequently by coming home to eat my cooking, so get in this kitchen and learn how to cook Mexican food". I must be part gypsy fortune-teller, because sure enough, Kelsey can barely boil water, much less make something like carnitas, tamales, chilaquiles, etc... And this makes me... ECSTATIC!  This means he WILL come home often after they are married, if only for my cooking (he only knows a few basic recipes)! As a Hispanic female, I dread my boys leaving me and going off into the world, eating some OTHER WOMAN'S COOKING...!!!!

Here is a great recipe for Burritos de Chile Colorado.  I think she is a gringo, but that is OK. I am not a racist!! I just want my baby boys to love me more than their wives. Or at least my cooking more, anyway!!!

Muchos Gracias, mi hombre' de 55, G-Man! XOXOXOXOXOXO!!!!!


27 comments:

  1. The white girl I married couldn't cook either! Ima still go home for jerk!

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    1. This still makes me laugh when I read it. I am sure you married her for a different kind of "cooking"!

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  2. That food sounds like heaven! Um, have you ever considered adopting a daughter?

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    1. You know, we stopped having children at son #2 because my husband was terrified of having a daughter! He called it reproduction roulette!

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  3. haha...well you got to follow the stomach right? smiles....nothing wrong with mama's cooking...smiles...

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    1. Mom's cooking is the best.Your boys will know it when they grow up! That is what us daughter-in-laws know!

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  4. Somehow, I think this is not fiction! I'd love it if my WHOLE family went to my mother-in-laws four times a week to eat! I'd happily eat a salad myself, alone, every night.... sigh.

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    1. Someday, your boy(s) will think you are a kitchen goddess! It is the victory of all daughter-in-laws...

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  5. Till the day she died, every time I went home to visit the first thing I did when I walked in the back door was to look inside the fridge.
    God I miss my Granny!
    Loved your Mui Bueno 55
    You Rock The Planet BrandiBunny
    Thanks for this delicious treat
    Have a Kick Ass Week-End

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    1. ***sniffle***
      I miss the hell out of mine, too, G...every moment, every day...

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  6. Yes, I think the time may come when she would be very glad to have a mother-in-law who could cook like that. I certainly would!

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    1. My mother in law is a good cook. But she cannot make Mexican food. We both win. She makes kick ass fry-bread and corn soup. The one time I tried to make indian fry-bread, it came out flat as a tortilla and crunchy as a cracker! My husband said it was my DNA to turn all dough into tortillas...

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  7. My tummy is rumbling, brandi! :)

    I liked that my m-in-law, when she was alive, made those special dishes I couldn't for my husband. And then I made things he'd never had before and it was a total win-win situation. :)

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    1. My husband now thinks of tortillas as an everyday bread item. When we run out, it's like running out of regular bread. Salsa, beans and rice are a staple in my house.
      The one thing both cultures have in common is organ meats. I could devour a beef heart raw and bloody, I love beef kidney, stomach (tripe), liver. I LOVE cooked blood! I have tried to go vegetarian, but I love blood and guts too much.

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  8. You've got my mouth watering. The last good Mexican food I had was the tortillas I made, and frankly, they still need some work. I used to buy them, but all the ones in the stores now taste wrong to me.

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    1. My tortillas need work, too. More lard maybe...? I don't know...

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  9. You know what Brandi I think I might move me,Speedy and my nick to come and live with you,Think of all the fooded we can teach each other to make what a triamph that would be,but could you put up with a neat freak like me?hehe,xx Rachel

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    1. I don't know that a neat freak and I can survive the same kitchen! I clean as I go, but I am nothing like I used to be. I let stuff go these days. I wish I knew how to be this relaxed about stuff when my kids were little, that would have been the time to just let stuff go!

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    2. I think great cooks would agree upon the need for independent test tasting. I would undertake this challenging task if I could constantly snuggle with all the bunnehs and Speedy promised to say nothing cheeky while I was deep in testing mode. If I laughed out loud, it would look bad. Don't thank me, really, anything for you two.

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  10. I grew up in New Mexico. My mother can cook. I can't. The only man in my life is my son. When I go to see him, we get takeout. So I'll be no challenge for any woman he might get together with, at least when it comes to food.
    Your blog is one of the Blogs to Read in the sidebar at Undead in the Netherworld, which is how I ended up doing one of those Flash Fiction things.

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    1. I saw that in Undead in the Netherworld. I was a little surprised my BUNNY blog was there! And flattered...

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  11. I admit, I've never had a Mexican beer I didn't like. I think mothers have a hard time letting go of their sons.

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    1. Just like fathers have a hard time of letting go of their daughters...??? Maybe?

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  12. That food looks awfully good! I have to admit, my son still goes for the fridge every time he walks in the door. Nothing compares to momma's cooking!

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  13. Now I'm hungry! I think if I were you're daughter-in-law I'd just come over too and eat! Fun 55 Brandi. Have a great weekend.

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  14. The three of us together that would be a hoot,we'd spend all our time laughing and nothing would get done!I clean as I go to but I like things in their proper place and tidy thats what I mean about neat freak,and Speedy would be tugging at your pantss to see if their was anything for him....hehexxRachel

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