!Hola Amigos!….it has been proclaimed yet again…it’s
HISPANIC HERITAGE MONTH!!! (September 15 - October 15)
Being that I am Mexican, this time is near and dear to my heart.
I have the love for my country…the good old USA (I still get choked up at the National Anthem), but I also have deep family roots in Mexico.
And I have a funny story about the duality of my life and these two great countries.
My parents met in El Paso, Texas.
My mom a native of El Paso, my dad a naturalized citizen by way of Parral, Mexico (a small mining town in the state of Chihuahua Mex).
So my mom was very pregnant with "you know who", and she is a very strong independent woman.
When she gets it in her mind to get up and go…she gets up and goes…no matter how pregnant she is!
And for a geographical lesson to this story, El Paso is the border town to Juarez Mexico.
(Keep that in mind). So my mom was told by my father and my brothers and sister not to go into Juarez for any reason.
That she should wait, or someone would go for her.
At that time it was very easy to go back and forth and so many wonderful things to get in Juarez and being that it was so convenient…my mom didn’t think twice about going.
Short story…she goes. While she’s there….WHAMMO!!!...someone hits her car and she goes into labor…short time later…."waaaaaaaaaaahhhh"…*slap*!!!...I’m a Mexican citizen!!!
3 days later, I’m back in good old El Paso to proclaim Americana!!
I remember at some point when I was younger that I had to go to the citizenship office and claim my citizenship….America or Mexico.
That was an easy choice for me, the U.S. is my home.
But growing up I could never ignore what my roots have meant to me and why I am who I am.
Growing up I spoke mostly English. I understood Spanish, but always answered in English.
One of my regrets to this day because I really hate that I can’t express all that I want to in my very beautiful Spanish language and it limits my contact with relatives in Mexico.
What I will say is that language barrier never kept me from feeling all the love and appreciation for the traditions and culture of my people.
Mexico isn’t nachos and Cinco de Mayo.
You won’t even see a lot of that there. Mexico is rich in culture, music, art, pride, warmth of the people, and gastronomical adventures. There is such a warmth and peace with people there.
My experience has been that of a people that place more importance on family and friend togetherness and simple things in life. That is why food is the center of all that we believe.
Food is love, sharing, togetherness, tradition and pride.
I’m proud today to say that I can have dual citizenship. I think it’s very sad that I can’t enjoy my country of Mexico with all the turmoil that is going on there, but I am there in my heart.
I’ll hopefully be planning a trip next year and one of my stops is the La Merced Market in Mexico City.
And try to learn more about food of the different regions of Mexico.
So, go enjoy your nachos…didn’t mean to sound critical of nachos, I love me some nachos.
But hopefully you’ll branch out and try something a little different this month.
I’m going to take my stab at huitlacoche (a fungus that grows on corn).
Doesn’t look appealing but I hear it’s a delicacy much like caviar.