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Fiestas Patrias Dinner Downsized
Fiestas Patrias is a big deal for me. I usually go all out and have a big party, invite tons of people, make mountains of red, white and green food, have papel picado and paper flowers decorating the house, my Aztec dancer group dances, the big Mexican flag is out, there’s music (sometimes mariachis) and we all go out the door at midnight and scream at the top of our lungs, “Viva Mexico! Viva Zapata! Viva la Patria!”
Yeah, we’re those crazy, noisy, party-loving Mexicans down on your block.
Last year, I didn’t host the party. I was ill and battling something for months that made me incredibly tired, a slacker blogger and have serious lack of stamina to stand in a kitchen for hours cooking. This year, I had thought I could do it. I’m feeling great actually so I was geared up to throw a huge one and make up for last year. Then I got the call from my daughter telling me she was HIV+. I suppose this has no place on a cooking blog, but it’s my blog and my life so there you go. Welcome to my world. She’s my only daughter. I’ve three sons and one daughter. After finding out, I went to bed for a little over a month and barely left it. Not like me at all. I’m usually the optimist and the “let’s fix it” person. Not this time. This knocked me down hard and it took a long time getting back up. I’m up. I’m fighting because that’s me. I’m learning all I can and I’m being strong for my girl.
As far as Fiestas Patrias goes, I decided not to do it at all. Not in a party mood, although I did go to Olvera Street for a little while to get my fill of it on Sunday afternoon. Check out my photos of the event there, si quieren.
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