Whenever life starts to feel a little unsettled or my brain is working overtime to solve all the world’s problems, I gravitate to the familiar until I can get my bearings. My thoughts have been in high gear this week and that’s why I found myself at not one but two taco stands in the last four days, eating the food of my people and finding a little bit of footing.
Last week’s Food section of the News & Observer recommended a taqueria that’s co-located with a gas station off Capital Boulevard so while I was out picking up 25 pounds of pork butts and chicken wings for our neighborhood block party this weekend, I stopped in for a bite.
It was a tiny space – no more than 7 or 8 tables – and no frills. You had to buy your drink separately from the gas station attendant before ambling to the back to place your food order. The cashier and other customers looked a little uncertain as I approached (I was the only pale face in the store and the only female). He greeted me in English and I replied in Spanish. He laughed and said, “I’m so sorry, I thought you were American.” Everyone around laughed as well and the curiosity seemed to dissipate and they joked around while my order was being fixed. I took the meal to a small table and started to eat but was interrupted by one of the other patrons who came over to share the communal bottle of homemade salsa. “I noticed you didn’t have any on your tacos. You’re going to want to try this.” His hospitality and friendliness, the smile on his face and his genuine acceptance lent a sense of peace to the place and I ate in serene silence and was once again grateful for the rich childhood experience of growing up in Guatemala and for the kindness and beauty of Hispanic people.
Update on the Great Growth Project – I’d been doing really well with keeping on task in the three areas I’d identified for improvement until last week when I got sidelined by all the apples. And then one skipped day went to two, and then three, and before you know it, the train was off the tracks. This week I sat down to start Chapter 5 and almost snort-laughed when the first paragraph talked about people failing to grow because of lack of consistency.
Well, I seem to be EXHIBIT A.
Time to get back on track.
I kept up with the laundry this week and that sort of deserves its own blurb.
Ladies, just say no to athletic socks with loafers.
No, no, no, no.
My doctor called this week with the results of some testing she’d done last week and it looks like my thyroid problems are the result of an autoimmune hiccup. Apparently I have Hashimoto’s thyroiditis which doesn’t change how it’s treated but explains why it happened. I had visions of implementing all sorts of nutritional changes to avoid other autoimmune problems but a cursory review of recommendations suggested than in addition to eliminating grains (which I sort of do
when it’s convenient or unless it’s tacos) I should also get rid of cheese, nuts, seeds, nightshades AND COFFEE and that is my entire diet so it just ain’t going to happen.
It has been nice knowing you.
Have a nice day.