First reaction: What's wrong with people?
To start, the whole saga of Chávez and his well deserved "Por qué no te callas?". In the back of my mind, Mami's remarks: "That is all the same m..... In a few days, they'll be licking each other's c.... again. La política es una cosa tan cochina". And she is SO right.
Since then, a chronic-verbally-diarrheic Chávez have been con lo mismo, over and over, and over. (Following the lessons of his sicko master, Barbatruco, so well!). Not being enough, the new Homo Reflexing Barbadensis sides with the idiot (C'mon, weren't you all expecting that?) and throws his diplomacy towards Spain, literally, por la cloaca.
Second, last night's news that Castro is going to give the Cubans beef. Unbelievable. A miserable amount of ounces that, to me, se me quedarían en una muela.
What's the sordid game now? Give? What's wrong with the news reporting?
I know. I've been asking that same question too frequently lately. Shame on me.
Or shame on them? Don't they know where the beef have really been for the past forty something years?
And there comes Mami's experienced knowledge again: "All that is just a pantalla. Los de arriba have never quit eating beef. They have never had período especial. It's just another opportunity to revamp the black market. The ones caught up in the middle are the ones really jodidos".
I am telling you; it's nothing but a sordid game where the life of the regular Cuban is being thrown down the world's cloacas.
Every. Single. Day.
Not being enough, in the third round of morning news, I have to swallow the report from the UN comunistoide de pacotilla, about the "right to food" in Cuba. (Excuse me?!!!What the hell is he talking about?).
I have to admit, though, that it was nice to read how Castro's blackmailing tactics are being brought up to light, to the benefit of the rest of this blue planet that for some many years have been in the dark.
George Utset, from The Real Cuba, have the details:
The U.N. expressed "regret" after one of its officials allowed undercover Cuban diplomats to attend a news conference where they sought information on a French journalist asking questions about Fidel Castro's regime, the Associated Press reported today.
UN Watch, the Geneva-based monitoring organization, called on Secretary-General Ban Ki-moon, High Commissioner for Human Rights Louise Arbour and members of the UN Human Rights Council to order a full investigation into "the tangled web of Jean Ziegler's collusion with the Castro regime."
Mr. Ziegler, mandated by the council to address the "right to food," recently returned to his native Geneva after an 11-day mission to Cuba, which he hailed as a world model for how it feeds its people. At an October 11 press conference convened by Ziegler prior to his departure -- where he announced that he would visit Cuba not to investigate violations but rather to praise its government -- a journalist who asked critical questions was quickly singled out by undercover Cuban diplomats who had entered the room in violation of a strict U.N. prohibition. The officials asked other journalists to identify the name and agency of the reporter who debated Ziegler.
And, evidently, this guy have not seen the images and footage recently aired in more than one country, portraying the "right to food" that Cuban elder have in the "Mariana Azcuy" elderly home, in Pinar del Río.
"But, who's this Ziegler anyway?", I asked to myself.
Then, I found his updated résumé, courtesy of UN Watch .
And the UN, oh my God, "regrets"?.
Shame on you. All that money put into it, just to ended up being new millionaires living la vida loca en Manhattan, y haciéndose los de la vista gorda.
But then, I asked to myself, one more time: "What's the news? They haven been just another piece is Castro's game since day one. Why should I be surprised?".
Trying to move on, I switch to the cooking topic, looking for some stress-relieving reading. I jumped in this article about how Castro's "right to food" in Cuba have been destroying the traditional cuisine of my country.
And going through Maricel's memories, I remember my conversation with Mami two nights ago.
(My translation to English follows)
Me: Mami, we're going to have a potluck in the clinic on Friday. What could I bring that's easy to prepare the night before?
Mami: What about the pastelitos?
Me: No, I brought pastelitos to the last potluck. I want to bring something different this time.
Mami: I can make up some islas flotantes, so they can try them. It's not that complicated to prepare.
Me: But that natilla is floating in caramel... I don't know.
Mami: What natilla muchacha? Islas flotantes are not natillas?
Me: Mami, aren't they the natillas you used to make at home, that you would put caramel on top and you melted with a hot iron?
Mami: No hija no! What are you talking about? They are like milk balls you prepared rolling a mix of powdered milk and then smother them in almíbar. Don't tell me you have never try them.
Me: (Silence. Confused state of mind.) No mami, I don't know what are you talking about then.
Moraleja: I left Cuba about six years ago. I am a "daughter of the revolution", therefore, I have missed a huge chunk of the culinary traditions of my country.
Why? Because I used to have an excellent "right to food" while growing up in Cuba.
After that morning kick off, I totally back up from the ideas that I've been cooking to blog, such as the presentation about "The Two Cubas" I recently did in a local library, to a full room of people totally clueless of the reality in my country.
Or the naturalization ceremony we attended last week, and how now I feel as American --or even more-- than some idiots that I have around me.
Or how Nicolás is starting to walk and waking up less at night, after begging to snuggle with me in our bed. (Poor Dad!)
So, I decided that, maybe, I'll prepare Marta's "Date with Bacon" for tomorrow's potluck. I just decided that I will catch up with those culinary traditions that Castro's Robolution have stolen from me, without even asking my opinion.