Do you have an obsession with Mexican food and culture? Then join the millions of others around the world who pin, post, photograph, and blog about all things Mexican. Move beyond crunchy tacos and dive into street tacos. Those greasy, sloppy, make you feel good plates of "other" parts like lengua, cabeza, chicharron, and crispy tripas topped with cilantro, onion, and spicy salsa so good you could drink it from the bag. The bag?
Oh yeah, real street tacos can be had from little carts or taco stands steaming up the night. And your salsa comes in a baggie similar to a mini pastry bag. Rip a hole in the corner and let the good times flow. Grab an ice cold Mexican Coke made with cane sugar for those who like their diabetes au natural. Or take a swig of your fav cerveza, which is probably Corona, the gringo beer of choice. If you're lucky, you'll score some elote too.
Now if all of these words seem foreign to you, no worries. They are foreign. Stick around and you'll be spewing Spanish like the popcorn machine at the movies. But before we get too carried away with the romanticism typically surrounding all things different, a few ground rules. Americans are technically anyone born in the Americas, north or south, but for simplicity's sake we'll refer to people born in the USA as Americans, and everyone else by their country of origin. Mexicans have woven themselves into the sarape of American history, culture, and food. And American English is a mash up of many different languages and in that mix you'll find everyday words and traditions that take us back to Mexico. I know, you probably thought English was all ours, but the Brits beg to differ.
The title of this post came from a young man born in Cali to parents originally from Mexico. Literally made in America with Mexican parts. Second gen Mexican-Americans, like every other group of immigrants before them, face the pressure to fit in. If you have ever had McD fries with chile, you know what I mean. Whole pages on FB are devoted to warning an entire generation of young people what happens when you try to get out of the annual tamale making party. Don't go out alone late at night because la llorona will get you. And if she doesn't, there are plenty of other mysterious urban myths like the cucui that will take you out.
As for me, no, I am not Mexican. I'm just a frustrated sociologist who loves digging in the experiences of other cultures and sharing them with you. I do, however, have the inside track on people from Mexico trying to live the American dream while navigating the weirdness that is American culture. Thank you relatives! No names, but you know who you are, I suppose, if you ever find this in the blogosphere. In real life I write and sing while dancing in the rain. As a recovering perfectionist, I hate typos, hanging sentences, and people who refuse to accept the fact that while it may be true that we no longer need to double-space at the end of a sentence, some of us find comfort in that familiarity. But I realized that it would probably date me if I did it so there. Single. Space.
You can expect to laugh as satirical humor is in my gene pool. Some of you may get offended, but hey, you can't please everyone. Stick around and you'll get to experience the authentic Mexican experience here in America, see how American culture has influenced Mexico, and learn why our soap operas pale in comparison to the racy, down and dirty Mexican novelas.
Hasta pronto!
Oh yeah, real street tacos can be had from little carts or taco stands steaming up the night. And your salsa comes in a baggie similar to a mini pastry bag. Rip a hole in the corner and let the good times flow. Grab an ice cold Mexican Coke made with cane sugar for those who like their diabetes au natural. Or take a swig of your fav cerveza, which is probably Corona, the gringo beer of choice. If you're lucky, you'll score some elote too.
Now if all of these words seem foreign to you, no worries. They are foreign. Stick around and you'll be spewing Spanish like the popcorn machine at the movies. But before we get too carried away with the romanticism typically surrounding all things different, a few ground rules. Americans are technically anyone born in the Americas, north or south, but for simplicity's sake we'll refer to people born in the USA as Americans, and everyone else by their country of origin. Mexicans have woven themselves into the sarape of American history, culture, and food. And American English is a mash up of many different languages and in that mix you'll find everyday words and traditions that take us back to Mexico. I know, you probably thought English was all ours, but the Brits beg to differ.
The title of this post came from a young man born in Cali to parents originally from Mexico. Literally made in America with Mexican parts. Second gen Mexican-Americans, like every other group of immigrants before them, face the pressure to fit in. If you have ever had McD fries with chile, you know what I mean. Whole pages on FB are devoted to warning an entire generation of young people what happens when you try to get out of the annual tamale making party. Don't go out alone late at night because la llorona will get you. And if she doesn't, there are plenty of other mysterious urban myths like the cucui that will take you out.
As for me, no, I am not Mexican. I'm just a frustrated sociologist who loves digging in the experiences of other cultures and sharing them with you. I do, however, have the inside track on people from Mexico trying to live the American dream while navigating the weirdness that is American culture. Thank you relatives! No names, but you know who you are, I suppose, if you ever find this in the blogosphere. In real life I write and sing while dancing in the rain. As a recovering perfectionist, I hate typos, hanging sentences, and people who refuse to accept the fact that while it may be true that we no longer need to double-space at the end of a sentence, some of us find comfort in that familiarity. But I realized that it would probably date me if I did it so there. Single. Space.
You can expect to laugh as satirical humor is in my gene pool. Some of you may get offended, but hey, you can't please everyone. Stick around and you'll get to experience the authentic Mexican experience here in America, see how American culture has influenced Mexico, and learn why our soap operas pale in comparison to the racy, down and dirty Mexican novelas.
Hasta pronto!
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