Dining Experience in Marazul
Enough dreaming for today. Enough writing, enough pictures taken,
enough strolling in the sun. Instead I'll go grab a bite.
Here the choice is simple: the only vegetarian food near planet Marazul
behind the constellation of shacks called Banda Punta. It's off
and into the dust around a simple bistro (or tienda, about ten times bigger and a hundred times
cosier than the one depicted here, which lies on a main urban
avenue, part of the transcontinental highway) and there I can enjoy tamales
de queso, a
corn leaf wrapped around flour-and-cheese mix cooked on a roadside wood
fire. The romantic picture is only slightly marred by my
nose's realization that
it is not fragrant and nicely chopped firewood, such as the friendly Ensenada
police sell to tourists at checkpoints, but instead old light-blue
furniture crackling under the huge pots on the open oven. Hot
home-made salsa sets
everything right as long as I'm fast enough to chase all the flies away
open jar. And the family dog gets a bite or three as well.
Tomorrow I’ll check at the neighboring tienda if they will
make some meat-free dish for me. I am
likely to get the answer most vegetarians had known from their own
before the movie “My Big Fat Greek Wedding” made it famous: “You don’t
eat meat?! So, I’ll make you lamb.” But a meatless lunch is what I want, if I had
to kill for it.
of the not very good canned refried beans, I then stock up on some
from a tray wrapped in a large plastic bag. No wonder there are
so very fat Mexicans: they drink large quantities of the oversweet
Gringo soft drinks (even though their own fast-disappearing Cola Chivas [Goat Cola] tastes better, is much
sweet, and has almost
no unhealthy additives) and the traditional fondness for sweet pastry
apparent at every street-corner stand. Mexicans claim they are
obese nation in the world, which took some believing at first as I had
come here from the US.
then a bit of quick shopping and video renting in a larger tienda,
this one belonging to a richer family, where I first join the merchants
watching the end of a Sponge Bob episode in Spanish on the store's
And I return home to continue writing and finish my last cigarette
rolled in a
new type of freakishly transparent wrap.