Loupe loved Christmas. The abundant music, tons of family,
the garish lights, lavish decorations, the infectious joy and the food, oh,
that wonderful, only-available-during-the-holidays food! She could never get
enough of that. And her family always seemed to out-do themselves every year.
It was as if they only wanted to cook during the holidays.
“What’s this called, Maria?” Loupe asked already dishing
some up before getting an answer.
“Choriso and mangu made with platano maduro,” Maria replied.
“Oh, I love that stuff! And this?” Loupe went to the next
bowl and took a huge scoop.
Maria smiled and said,
“Mondongo but you won’t want me to tell you what’s in it so don’t ask.”
“Who cares what’s in it?
I love that stuff,” Loupe gushed. “What are
these?” She took several.
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