Photo: Via who-knows-where in the Internet but I’m 99.9% sure this is somewhere in Jalisco.
Why Keep Up With the Kardashians when you Can Keep Up With the Gordashians Instead?
Category: Language
Beer Shopping in CDMX Be Like…
Photo: Laura Martínez, Col. Nápoles, 2023
This Brazilian University Wants you to Master in… WHAT?
I don’t know much about Univeritas or it’s academic curriculum, but judging from its outdoor advertising, they’re not kidding when they say they’re going to transform people’s life.
Life and Tacos Go with “Todo” Change my Mind…
Was walking around La Roma this afternoon and bumped into the perfect slogan which gave me some joy after a not-so-great Saturday in the city.
Life & tacos van con todo is my new motto…
Photo: Laura Martínez. Colonia Roma, CDMX. 2023
Move Over, Pan de Muerto; Here Comes the Conchatrina
The Mexicans have done it again, my friends.
Not content with bringing us the Conchanclas, the Conchamacos and the Conchatépetl, Mexican bakers are at it again.
Meet the Conchatrina, a special Day of the Dead-themed concha that mixes our beloved pan de muerto with the now world-famous Mexican skulls known as catrinas.
The chef’s name if Alfonso Domínguez and he runs a bakery in Tetelpa, Morelos, and I cannot wait to get there!
Filing under Mexicans: How Can Anyone not Like us?
Hat tip: David Agren
When you Want to Celebrate Hispanics without Offending Anyone
Hispanic Heritage Month has come a long way, my friends!
Calavera-Themed Pringles Potato Chips are so Authentic they’re ‘Flavored con Sabor’
Move over, Kickin’ Chicken Taco Pringles, here come the calavera-themed sour cream & onion “Flavored con sabor” Pringles potato chips, especially crafted to bring out the mustachioed, calavera-clad Mexican (fake or not) in you.
I have no idea what these babies cost, but given their Mexican authentic look (i.e. mariachi suit and chip-themed sombrero) I bet they cost a fortune –as they should be!
p.s. Oh, did I mention they GLOW IN THE DARK?
Hat tip: @lechancle
The New York Post Wants you to Know AMLO is El Chapo’s Son
On the heels of yet another international embarassment, Mexico made headlines (again) on Friday, when the U.S. Department of Justice announced the extradition of Ovidio Guzmán López, a son of former Sinaloa cartel leader Joaquin “El Chapo” Guzmán, to the United States.
“This action is the most recent step in the Justice Department’s effort to attack every aspect of the cartel’s operations,” Garland said, according to the AP.
So far so good, but it looks like New York City tabloid The New York Post seems to have “otros datos” as they are reporting that El Chapo’s son is – in fact – Andrés Manuel López Obrador (!) Or at least one can deduct that from the above photo caption.
Huge if true, as the kids say…
Filing this under Editors Matter
Hat tip: Erin Siegal
It’s a Volcano… It’s a Concha… It’s the Conchatépetl!
Mexicans have done it again, my friends.
As our capricious Popocatépetl volcano rumbles back to life, scaring the living hell out of many Mexicans (yours truly included) a baker in Puebla has come up with a brilliant idea: To bake a Popocatépetl-inspired concha called — what else? — the Conchatépetl.
It comes stuffed with strawberry to “simulate” the lava, and it costs only $20 pesitos.
Filing under Mexicans: How Can Anyone Not Like Us?
#Conchatépetl 🌋 pic.twitter.com/ANOWdToiv9
— Laura Martínez🥑 (@miblogestublog) May 27, 2023
Mexico: Home of “Entrepreneurs” –and “Quotation Marks”
Awwww, Mexico… The land of the coc nuts coold and the Special Chapo Coffee, is also ground zero for small businesses –and plenty of quotation marks.
A recent trip to the Mexican states of Hidalgo, Querétaro and Guanajuato just confirmed what this blogger always suspected: My people just looooove quotation marks.
Check out the following gallery (by yours truly) to see only a few examples of our love affair with the ubiquitous comillas.
Then again… Some small business owners just take the simplest — and yet still adorable — way to peddle their wares, like this clothing store in Pinal de Amoles, Querétaro:
Here’s to Romina: Apple of my Eye, Music Companion, Sweetest Girl Ever
Well, hello, Romy McLane:
You might not know this, but I have been trying to keep a diary since you got sick, bonita.
Rest assured it is not a drab, depressing detailed medical minutia some people might expect. It is rather (or hopes to be) an upbeat, objective timeline to try to keep track of where things stand today (March 30, 2023) – and what has happened since you entered a cold hospital room on Feb. 17 with nothing but a bad back pain.
I know this sounds selfish, but I want (need) you to know you have been on my mind 24/7 since that Sunday afternoon when my brother called – in panic – saying you might be very, very sick. Fortunately, things have been better ever since and I’m here to be close to you. For as long as it takes.
Yes, there were doctors who gave up on you at some point, only to be told to basically FUCK OFF because, I mean, you are only 28. Screw them. We’re fighting this to the end. Go, Catus-Condo!
Of course you know this, but there is an army of well-intentioned people who adore you and who are doing all we can to move Heaven & Earth to make sure you’re OK. We know you’re calm, painless and asleep right now and that gives us peace.
If life has taught me anything, is that the medical profession can do wonders, but not nearly as much as the army of people sending you prayers and great vibes on a regular basis, every day, all the time: Did you know we got folks sending you thoughts and love from places like Austin, Amsterdam, Barcelona, Belica, Berlin, Los Angeles, Miami, New York City, New Paltz, Manila, Munich, Tijuana, Toluca, Querétaro, Washington D.C., and Zagreb, like EVERY SINGLE DAY? Yeah, you’re worth that – and so much more.
We got you, bonita.
You mean so much to so many of us, that you’d be well advised to come out of your beauty sleep and come sing, dance with us.
Take your time, of course, we’ll be here for your curls, your voice, your ukulele –and your incredibly witty sense of humor.
Sing alone, Romy McLane! 🎶 🎶
when people ask me when I was happiest, I’ll just go grab this pic.twitter.com/eclTGCRp6f
— Laura Martínez (@miblogestublog) March 18, 2023
I Ventured into Aisle 11 to Find out What they Meant by “Hispanic Foods”
Intrigued about what Americans understand to be “Hispanic Foods,” I ventured into aisle 11 in a Catskill, NY supermarket only to find a bunch of non-Hispanic, definitely-NOT-Mexican, dubious looking things, including Old El Paso’s Tortilla pocket kits, large cans of taco seasoning, Juanita’s Nacho Cheese Sauce and other such horrors.
I was kind of hoping to at least grab me some Hispanic cheese, but nope; no cheese was to be found in aisle 11. Perhaps there’s a Hispanic cheese aisle I’m missing, so I’ll go look for it and will keep y’all posted.
CBS Wants you to Know Bad Bunny Sings in Non-English
If you caught the Grammy Awards ceremony last Sunday (and you are someone like me always looking for the awkwardness) you might have noticed the closed captioning during Bad Bunny’s opening act, which was… well… awkward.
And that is because while he was presenting or singing away, the captions only read “[SPEAKING NON-ENGLISH]” and “[SINGING IN NON-ENGLISH]” apparently, because that’s the language spoken by my people.
Ok, CBS, I get it. To be real honest, I have no idea what he’s talking *and* singing about most of the time. Still…
The only great thing about the closed captioning brouhaha is that someone came up with the awesome idea of launching a non-English Spotify list, featuring –who else?– Bad Bunny himself along with other English –non-English– performers.
Photo: Variety
Someone Came up with Gender Reveal Taco Parties and I Can’t Even
And just when I thought tacos hadn’t been insulted enough in this country, today I learned about a new, disturbing trend: Gender Reveal Tacos, featuring plasticky, rosca-like niños dios and what looks like pink and … green tortillas –for some reason.
As someone who has long detested the entire premise of gender-reveal events, I’m really not quite sure what people are supposed to do with the above. Are the proud parents-to-be supposed to eat the plastic babies? Wrap them in a pink –or green– tortilla depending on the creaatures’ so-called gender?
Also: Does throwing a big serrano in the mix is a hint to let us know it’s going to be a … boy? (please go Google “chile” as a nickname for penis, etc.)
So many questions!
Perhaps, as one of my Twitter followers put it, the economy is so sucky right now, that El niño has “picked up a new gig doing gender reveals since the rosca wasn’t cutting it.”
Absolutely losing it over gender reveal tacos pic.twitter.com/e8Y7MtRCoK
— Becky Hammer (@beckyhammer) January 27, 2023
Hat tip: Becky Hammer on Twitter
Mexican Microwave Features Cooking Times for Pollo en Chipotle, Arroz con Leche, Alitas Picantes, etc.
Photo: Laura Martínez. Xochimilco 2022.
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