Allie's Time in Mazatlan
I dropped our daughter Allie off at the Mazatlan Airport after a two week stay here with us. I hadn't driven the truck in six weeks so it was good to start it up and let it run for the hour round trip. I do not like driving on the back streets here though. The neighborhoods are very poor once you get a mile east of the ocean, and the roads are poorly maintained. Some potholes are big enough to swallow up a small pickup truck. And traffic is busy with motorcycles and bicycles darting in and out of traffic, pedestrians walking across the road, without looking, and cars occasionally passing on the right shoulder where there simply doesn't seem like there's enough room to get by. As a result, I saw a lot of vehicles with bent mirrors, dents and scratches. Anyway, I think Allie had a good time hanging out with her elderly parents. Mescal and Tequila Festival All-Star Baseball game The baseball game was very different from ones that I've attended in the United States.
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And good to hear about the chicken. Michelle isn't crazy about seafood but will eat chicken. If I'm still around next winter I'm gonna show her your blog and see if I can convince her to take a couple of weeks off.
Beautiful sunrise!
Having cleaned my plate and still hungry, I asked, in English, for some beans and rice. When she brought them, in two small bowls, she set them, very firmly, on the table while saying, in what sounded like a (hilarious) parody, "Beans and rice."
We thereupon were able to identify the pale brown mush that'd been served earlier. Though the color was similar, the lack of flavor (pressure-cooked?) and thin texture had us mystified. We'd never seen beans like these before.
Do you think frijoles refrito are a new thing? In my youthful travels in Mexico all I ever saw were black beans. And they were always whole.