Happy Birthday to my baby brothers... they are 18 now! I cannot believe that they are 18!
When my mom was pregnant she would tell us that we were going to have a little sister, and would ask us what would we want to name her, we had our ideas and frankly my memory does not recall what those were. I do remember asking, constantly "What if we have a brother?", my mom would always say "no, that's not happening, you will have a little sister." Every time the question came up, the same answer was given.
Then came the morning of their birth, and I remember it clearly. My grandparents were home early in the morning, I found it to be odd... it was a weekday and we were going to school and Mom wasn't there. Then we asked anxiously to Ninfita... "Did the baby girl come?" she smiled and pointed to us to go sit down... " well, you have two baby brothers. They were born yesterday and your mom is with them". The shock of it!! we were not ready for a boy, not for ONE, much less for TWO!!
I went to school and kept telling myself, in complete disbelief " I have two brothers... TWO brothers!" It sounded impossible! so I only told my closest friend Araceli; I was afraid nobody else would believe me.
Then at the end of the day from school Dad met us to take us to see Mom. When get got there, Mom was in her room... and we were all asking how she was and how she was feeling, when she was coming home, because we had been already fighting, and most importantly; where were this boys brothers of ours everybody kept talking about.... Mom told us they were in a separate room, because they were premmies and twins they had to be put in the incubator. We had to wait for the nurse to come and tell us when it would be ok for us to meet them. It felt like forever, but finally we went over and walked into the room they were keeping them. There were doctors there, they were the only babies at the hospital and the only set of twins they had seen in a while! They were preciously tiny and adorably idential! They were so small that their diapers were from their knees to their chest, and they were both in the same incubator.
I remember they didn't have names picked out for them, since the names we had thought of no longer fit them; so they were boy 1 and boy 2. Boy 1 had a rounder face, and chubbier cheeks... for a premmie baby, boy 2 had a slender face, and more noticible cheeckbones. We loved them and wanted to take them home righ away.
The day that we learned of our baby brothers will forever remain in my hear at the day we learned to love our Boys! and it is likely that they will be 50 and have kids getting married and having their own kids and they will still be our Boys!
Lui
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Milk and espuma
Last night I was at the mall having a cup of coffee while waiting to go to my 7:30 meeting. I took the lid off the cup and saw all the delicious foam in my white mocha! It reminded me of my milk drinking habits when I was a little girl!
I used to think milk was the grossest white drink ever! How come this white liquid was so necessary for our teeth that are already white! It smelled weird and let's face it it's white! The only way my mom could get me to drink it was if it had espuma!! So every morning my mom would heat the milk, and she would have two cups ready for me! I know what you're thinking, no she did not make me drink two cups of milk because I was picky! One cup was full of warm milk and the other was completely. Then the process of getting my milk ready would begin. My mom would pour milk from one cup to the other again and again and again until there was foam or espuma at the top! Once it had a bunch of bubbles at the top, it wouldn't be super hot any more and it was full of bubbles. Then I knew my milk was delicious!
The rule in our house was always that before leaving the house to go anywhere, we had to drink a cup of milk or else you were not going anywhere. I don't remember how this started but I remember when we came to the USA we would still have to drink our daily cup of milk, but I remember we would put a little bit of nescafe and sugar to our milk! It was really good that way too... I can't say it was better than with a lot of foam and bubbles.
Now I love milk in many ways... I even like it cold!!!!
I used to think milk was the grossest white drink ever! How come this white liquid was so necessary for our teeth that are already white! It smelled weird and let's face it it's white! The only way my mom could get me to drink it was if it had espuma!! So every morning my mom would heat the milk, and she would have two cups ready for me! I know what you're thinking, no she did not make me drink two cups of milk because I was picky! One cup was full of warm milk and the other was completely. Then the process of getting my milk ready would begin. My mom would pour milk from one cup to the other again and again and again until there was foam or espuma at the top! Once it had a bunch of bubbles at the top, it wouldn't be super hot any more and it was full of bubbles. Then I knew my milk was delicious!
The rule in our house was always that before leaving the house to go anywhere, we had to drink a cup of milk or else you were not going anywhere. I don't remember how this started but I remember when we came to the USA we would still have to drink our daily cup of milk, but I remember we would put a little bit of nescafe and sugar to our milk! It was really good that way too... I can't say it was better than with a lot of foam and bubbles.
Now I love milk in many ways... I even like it cold!!!!
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Las noches de las enchiladas- Lui
Enchiladas estilo Adelina
1 mole sencillo ( chile Negro, chile ancho, tomates verdes, ajo)
1-3 Paquetes de tortillas
1 taza Queso preferido ( fresco, mortzarella o mexican)
1 Pollo desebrado
1 Cebolla rebanada
1/4 Repollo rebanado
4 papas cocidas
7 zanahorias cocidas
Mi comida favorita son las enchiladas, cuando estaba recién casada hubo una semana que solo hice de cenar enchiladas, y cuando visito a mi familia siempre comemos enchiladas; porque nadie en el mundo hace enchiladas tan ricas como mi mamá y siempre las disfruto mas cuando estoy con toda mi familia.
She always tells me that she invented her own recipe, because there were things about others that she doesnt like. "si las haces con Chile guajillo salen muy pellejudas"; " si las cubres en Chile primero y después la fríes brinca mucho el aceite". Siempre nos dice cuando hacemos enchiladas. Las papas son la invención de un restaurante que visitábamos cuando vivíamos en Yuriria. De pende de su genio, a veces fríe las papas y zanahorias, aveces no.
The entire thing is a long process, And we have a production line when we make them. Somebody has to crumble the queso fresco, somebody has to shred the chicken, while somebody else is slicing potatoes and carrots, another has to chop cabbage, and while mom fries and dips somebody has to catch, fill and roll.
Vicky y Bety usually shred the chicken, I personally hate touching the chicken. I chop the onions and cabbage, because it will be me, mom and dad eating it. Mom slices the potatoes, makes the mole, fries the potatoes and carrots and most importantly fries and dips. On rare occasion, when she is yelling at the boys to eat their food, she lets me help with frying and dipping; I take the responsibility very seriously, it took a long time to prove myself. I am normally the stuffer and roller, which also means selecting the different combinations of enchiladas.
Dad takes his with cheese and onions
Meche takes hers the same way
I am the crazy one- I eat mine with chicken, onions and cheese.
Bety eat hers with pollo only
Nina - until recently she ate hers white (yes honey, we will never let you forget) now she eats them with chicken and cheese.
Miguel eats his with chicken only, you could swear that kid thinks of any cheese as poison when it comes in contact with any other food.
Jim : cheese and chicken
Lalo- cheese and chicken and cold
Mom eats hers mixed- one with cheese and onions, ones with Chicken cheese and onions and sometimes one with just cheese
I put mom last, no because she is the least important, but only because she is the last one we make enchiladas for.
It's amazing the amount of food we move, yet amazing how we make so much with so little. There is also am order of who gets the enchiladas first, mom rule. The men of the house get them first, Dad, Jim. Then the boys, Nina, Meche y Bety. Me and Mom.
As we are making the enchiladas they have to be eaten, we take offense if enchiladas are sitting in the table getting cold, unless there is special circumstances to why they are not being eaten.
By the time mom and I sit to eat, the table is only hosting the slowest eater of the house, Nina.
Every single time we make enchiladas my dad HAS to remind us that Enchiladas are supposed to have a steak and/ or una patita de puerco And That they are to be dipped first, then fried; because they are tastier that way. And my mom always says that she doesn't care, that she know only how to make them her way only.
I love enchilada night with my family, every sense enjoys it. And as time goes by, I want to keep adding list of people to how we eat our enchiladas and packages of tortillas eaten in one night.
1 mole sencillo ( chile Negro, chile ancho, tomates verdes, ajo)
1-3 Paquetes de tortillas
1 taza Queso preferido ( fresco, mortzarella o mexican)
1 Pollo desebrado
1 Cebolla rebanada
1/4 Repollo rebanado
4 papas cocidas
7 zanahorias cocidas
Mi comida favorita son las enchiladas, cuando estaba recién casada hubo una semana que solo hice de cenar enchiladas, y cuando visito a mi familia siempre comemos enchiladas; porque nadie en el mundo hace enchiladas tan ricas como mi mamá y siempre las disfruto mas cuando estoy con toda mi familia.
She always tells me that she invented her own recipe, because there were things about others that she doesnt like. "si las haces con Chile guajillo salen muy pellejudas"; " si las cubres en Chile primero y después la fríes brinca mucho el aceite". Siempre nos dice cuando hacemos enchiladas. Las papas son la invención de un restaurante que visitábamos cuando vivíamos en Yuriria. De pende de su genio, a veces fríe las papas y zanahorias, aveces no.
The entire thing is a long process, And we have a production line when we make them. Somebody has to crumble the queso fresco, somebody has to shred the chicken, while somebody else is slicing potatoes and carrots, another has to chop cabbage, and while mom fries and dips somebody has to catch, fill and roll.
Vicky y Bety usually shred the chicken, I personally hate touching the chicken. I chop the onions and cabbage, because it will be me, mom and dad eating it. Mom slices the potatoes, makes the mole, fries the potatoes and carrots and most importantly fries and dips. On rare occasion, when she is yelling at the boys to eat their food, she lets me help with frying and dipping; I take the responsibility very seriously, it took a long time to prove myself. I am normally the stuffer and roller, which also means selecting the different combinations of enchiladas.
Dad takes his with cheese and onions
Meche takes hers the same way
I am the crazy one- I eat mine with chicken, onions and cheese.
Bety eat hers with pollo only
Nina - until recently she ate hers white (yes honey, we will never let you forget) now she eats them with chicken and cheese.
Miguel eats his with chicken only, you could swear that kid thinks of any cheese as poison when it comes in contact with any other food.
Jim : cheese and chicken
Lalo- cheese and chicken and cold
Mom eats hers mixed- one with cheese and onions, ones with Chicken cheese and onions and sometimes one with just cheese
I put mom last, no because she is the least important, but only because she is the last one we make enchiladas for.
It's amazing the amount of food we move, yet amazing how we make so much with so little. There is also am order of who gets the enchiladas first, mom rule. The men of the house get them first, Dad, Jim. Then the boys, Nina, Meche y Bety. Me and Mom.
As we are making the enchiladas they have to be eaten, we take offense if enchiladas are sitting in the table getting cold, unless there is special circumstances to why they are not being eaten.
By the time mom and I sit to eat, the table is only hosting the slowest eater of the house, Nina.
Every single time we make enchiladas my dad HAS to remind us that Enchiladas are supposed to have a steak and/ or una patita de puerco And That they are to be dipped first, then fried; because they are tastier that way. And my mom always says that she doesn't care, that she know only how to make them her way only.
I love enchilada night with my family, every sense enjoys it. And as time goes by, I want to keep adding list of people to how we eat our enchiladas and packages of tortillas eaten in one night.
Las cosas no cambian... por vicky
Hoy tuvimos mucha suerte de poder estar juntos aqui en La Casa. Me rocordo a muchas cosas de cuando estabamos chiquitas y viviamos en Mexico. Luisa siempre tenia las barbies mas chidas con el cabello mas bonito. Luisa siempre tenia cajitas de cosas que aguardaba que estaban bien bonitas. Meche siempre tenia las cosas que hermanas mayores tienen como perfumes and spray para el cabello y la curling iron. Aunque entonces no me interesaba mucho oler bonito o peinarme todavia pensaba que meche estaba ya bien grandota porque tenia esas cosas. Bety siempre hacia la ropa de barbie mas bonita! Los ninos, pues ellos siempre tenian la atencion de todos. Yo pues no me gustaba banarme, ni peinarme, mis barbies estaban bien grenudas como yo y la ropa siempre se me perdia. Aun asi yo era feliz, pues yo soy la chiquita de la casa, grenuda y todo!
Ahora hoy, pues las cosas siguen casi iguales. Meche sigue con las accesorios de cabello mas chidas y con bien artisimos perfumes. Meche es la mas chaparrita pero la mas grandota! Luisa ya NO tiene barbies pero tiene un hijo tan guapo (yo creo que mas guapo que ken) e inteligente! Aparte todavia tiene las cositas chiquitas que yo quiesiera robarle..jaja...como sus anillos! Bety no hace ropa pero es la que tiene el descuento para ropa en Macy's! Y los ninos todavia les damos mucha atencion por ser los ninos. Quiero decir, los muchachos. Y yo pues siguo grenuda y por querer alcansar a Luisa he colectado tantisimas cosas que ya ni caben en mi cuarto! Aun no me encanta banarme pero ahora entiendo que es necesario. Aun trato de seguir el ejemplo de mis hermanas pero a mi propio estilo!
Ahora hoy, pues las cosas siguen casi iguales. Meche sigue con las accesorios de cabello mas chidas y con bien artisimos perfumes. Meche es la mas chaparrita pero la mas grandota! Luisa ya NO tiene barbies pero tiene un hijo tan guapo (yo creo que mas guapo que ken) e inteligente! Aparte todavia tiene las cositas chiquitas que yo quiesiera robarle..jaja...como sus anillos! Bety no hace ropa pero es la que tiene el descuento para ropa en Macy's! Y los ninos todavia les damos mucha atencion por ser los ninos. Quiero decir, los muchachos. Y yo pues siguo grenuda y por querer alcansar a Luisa he colectado tantisimas cosas que ya ni caben en mi cuarto! Aun no me encanta banarme pero ahora entiendo que es necesario. Aun trato de seguir el ejemplo de mis hermanas pero a mi propio estilo!
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