Sidewalk shot

SITTING WITH my sister-in-law, who was in a grumpy mood, on Saturday, I pulled the little Fujifilm camera from my man bag, and shot this photo for the fun of it.

Later, I doctored the photo just a hair, also just for the fun of it, and this is what I ended up with.

I don’t have a job, so I gotta pass the time some sort of way. I don’t care for orphans or feed (other) old people, so I have a good bit of free time on my hands.

I sat there for a couple of hours with a café Americano negro and a pecan muffin I purchased on the corner. When I went home my sister-in-law was still frowning. She gets that way.

It doesn’t really affect me.

Muffins, apples, rain, death


AWAKENING AFTER an overly rainy day brings many new things, some related to the rain, some not.

1. Fallen apples.  The gumpy neighbors next door have an apple tree that abuts our property wall. It is common for the mentally challenged to plant little things in inappropriate places, not thinking years down the line. And then tall trees grow from small saplings. They outgrow their diapers. The tree now provides two things: apples that often fall on our side and a night roost for their chickens to cackle at us in the mornings.

The apples are nice, and the chickens are, well, poultry. Yesterday’s rain knocked down lots of apples!

2. Dead datura.  I occasionally post photos of our glorious golden datura, and it is glorious indeed for a spell. Then it dies … or is knocked down by heavy rain. This morning I picked up 50-60 datura blooms from the soggy ground. The Lord giveth and She taketh back too. Or rather, She smotes down. Watch out for Her!

3. Dead cat.  At 9 a.m. I drove to the downtown casita to let the maid in for the occasional cleaning. Just across the cobblestone street in a patch of grass was a dead Siamese cat. Her eyes were open, but she was a goner. This has nothing to do with the rain, I guess, but dead cats are not what you want to see when the maid arrives.

4. Muffins.  This too has squat to do with rain or apples or dead datura or stone-cold cats, but I include it here anyway because it is delicious, a positive life thing, which we need at this moment. Those are sweet tater and cinnamon muffins up there, which my child bride has added to her Saturday offerings on the plaza.

The intricate tapestry of life.

Those of you who live far away don’t know what you are missing.

Little quiches


WHEN MY CHILD BRIDE is not pumping iron at the gym or jawing interminably with her sister (how women can talk), she usually is baking.

Four or so years ago, she began to sell her wares out of a basket on the main plaza of our Colonial town. She rapidly became very popular.

Words like increíble and sensacional  were heard. Selling pastries and bread on the sidewalk is common in Mexico. Some of it is good. Much is just passable.

Little is increíble.

The primary reason for this is that most vendors do it entirely for money. To maximize profits, they scrimp on ingredients. This is counterproductive, of course, but long-term thinking figures into few Mexican business plans.

Better to pocket what you can get today. Forget mañana.

My bride, however, is inspired by two things. One, of course, is to earn money, which she keeps in a separate bank account, and she does better than one might think since she only sells one afternoon a week, Saturday, and her prices are low.

The second is that she simply loves to bake. It’s a hobby. She embraces the positive feedback, which is considerable and puts a smile on her face.

She does not scrimp on the ingredients.

A few weeks ago, she added a new product. That’s it in the photo, little quiches. They are 4.5 inches across, and very tasty. They started out a bit slow because no one here knows what a quiche is, plus the natives are not adventuresome eaters, to put it mildly.

But the quiches have caught on, mostly with Gringos, becoming a popular addition to the other products such as pecan pie, banana bread, cheesecake, strawberry muffins, fig mufffins, brownies and little pies of chicken and beef.

When you marry a Mexican, you never know what you’re gonna get.

But it’s usually tasty.