Happy Festivities ya’ll!!!
I know I haven’t posted anything lately, but I’ve been dying inside just a little from all the warm food, hugs, and company — almost puked from having too much of a good thing.
Today I was bored as hell at work and that existential dread crept up on me… you know the one. That silent rat bastard that just shows up and asks, what’s good?
I got off at 9am on Christmas Eve and forced myself to stay up to finish all the fixings for the meal I had planned. Sleep deprivation won, though — three unholy hours, that’s all I got.
The day before, I marinated a semi-sized brisket in Claude’s and threw in my own chili spices to make it hit higher notes. No pecan wood, and no way I was going to Walmart, so into the roaster oven it went like it was the end of the world.
Yams boiled with a cinnamon stick and brown sugar (ran out of piloncillo), half medium cream. Papas cooked in the brisket broth with onions and garlic for the homemade gravy.
Everything came out perfect. Even the pedota was just what the doctor ordered.
It felt weird watching my mom cook her pozole while I finished everything else. Like… do we really need this much food?
YES. Double yes.
On top of that, my sister came through with tamales yesterday. I almost called off work, but working such an unfruitful day had my inner lazy rat bastard whispering, get that bag.
Now I’m thinking ahead — what to do for New Year’s? I don’t party anymore or throw myself into the streets like some rent-a-party scene. I’m thinking family instead. Ribs. Hot dogs. Hamburgers. And my world-class elotes estilo Mexa.
And that’s when it hits.
Can you have too much of a good thing?
Yes, you can.
Can you have the world at your fingertips?
No, you can’t.
Can I just have another memory—
another lie, unfulfilled in my destiny?
Those moments are once in a lifetime,
now gone, lost in the trials of life.
Once a lover with a sweet embrace,
turned enemy with a deadly gaze.
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