I guess I should say we weren’t all Latin, but we ALL have the Latin lifestyle and flavor in a way or another.
We wore red, white and blue with the exception of a few who truly believe black thins you out.
The “Madre” against all corrupted food gave in because after all it’s the fourth of July and it’s America’s celebration so instead of carne asada a cheeseburger for all it was. But of course we couldn’t call it a party unless the flan and arroz con leche were part of the menu.
I felt very patriotic this year. Can you tell by my porch? Can’t say the same about the music this night. Salsa and Merengue kept us shaking our hips.
I understand there was some kind of game going on TV, maybe a soccer game of some sort, but who am I to know? Only the the husbands would know; they came out for food and we never saw them again after that.
Toto’s first year (finally!) of actually not hiding in his room for fireworks made mama proud. It was obvious baby will not follow in his footsteps. She is a FIRE CRACKER for sure!
P.S. And a chocolate lover, too