It's morning and it's 9-ish.And I'm still in my PJ's.Shocking. I know. An internal voice - more like an inner-nazi protests. ("PJ's?? It's after 9 am!!") I don't usually do this, so now my inner-nazi is bludgeoning me with shoulds. ("You should really double check your to-do list for this week!") Reviewing my to-do list, I see ...
Lifestyle
Posts about everything going on in my life. Enjoy!
Stuck in Telemundo
My mom's caregiver has taken some time off to visit her family in Mexico City. Which leaves the homeschooling mother (me) and her recently unemployed daughter (Amy) to pitch in and care for the grandma.So Amy and I are taking turns. Which is fine.I consider it a privilege to be able to be of service to her at this time of her life - she'll be 93 ...
Guava-licious
Okay, folks. Especially you Cubans stuck in far away places (like Northern California or Tennessee or New Jersey =D) without pastelitos. If you're having a craving like mine and you absolutely have to make your own... Here is the official recipe for "Masa Real." I totally understand a serious pastelito de guayaba "jones." So I ...
“Fin de semana” – An alliteration.
My big, FAT, Cuban weekend: It began on Friday. With fifteen people. And our lovely French friends. And small fry in the house. We had a feast. Then the family arrived. With more food. And fresh flowers everywhere. And of course, lots of CaFEcito. Que Felicidad! It just doesn't get any better than this. =D ...
San Francisco and Margaritas
I know what it sounds like. You probably thought this post was going to be about my favorite city in Northern California and salt rimmed glasses full of lime juice and tequila. But, noooo...... "Honeeey, your mom's trying to tell me something about eating in San Francisco and Margaritas..." I go outside to investigate and ask my mother to ...
Stopping once in a while
I know I spend a lot of time on my computer, but every now and then I force myself to just stop and look around.I have a spot, too.It's in the corner of our bedroom.And there I am surrounded by things I love. The coverlet was crocheted by my great aunt in the 1920's.The brown wooden box on the high shelf was my Cuban grandmother's sewing box.The ...
Refugees. Not immigrants.
My dad would have been 114 today. (2024) It is his birthday. Although we celebrated so many wonderful birthdays with him, I distinctly remember the year he turned 50. Because it is stamped on a passport. And forever in my memory. My Cuban Passport I know it is stamped the 12th. But the flight didn't take off from Havana until after midnight. ...
You’ve got to know when to hold ’em…
This is my mom, Luz. The grandkids call her Luza. We call her Mami.My sisters and I are planning a birthday celebration for her.She will be 93 in at the end of next week. Of course, I made invitations. ;-) Ever since I can remember and even before I came along, my family has played a card game called Continental. (it's a version of rummy, I ...
Desperate times call for desperate measures
I made pastelitos de guayaba. (guava pastries) I had to. It has been about 6 weeks (6 weeks, people!!) since we've had them.(since our road trip to Porto's in Glendale - see album to the left) And I would have to travel through quite a few area codes to get good ones.So I broke down and baked. And being a bit greedy for guava, I think I put too ...
“Que es guu-gol?”
I try to explain to my mom where Eric is and what he's doing there. "Que es guu-gol?" I don't have those words in Spanish. I can't describe any of it. Where he went. Why he's there. What he does.Search Engine? Internet Marketing? Links?umm.. nope. So I think I revert to "lugar grande," (big place) which not only sounds ...
