Saturday, August 16, 2014
Nothing worked...not even Decongestants, pain relievers, Advil, antihistamines, even chicken soup, warm socks and bee pollen. Then I remembered my Mexican standard. The one thing that makes me feel better the instant I have it.
Think back to the last time you had a great meal. You know, the kind that leaves you wondering when you can go back for more. The long trip down Canal to El Pato (Calzada de la Estacion 175) was just the beginning of my recovery.
It was early morning and the day was just beginning for the many vendors opening their tiendas all the way down Canal. They greeted me with smiles and the offer of fresh fruit and Atole. Many call Atole the traditional Mexican comfort drink. I passed on it this morning.
When you're sick, you need your Mama and I was headed for a breakfast that reminded me of my mother's cooking.
As always, they moved my table from inside the restaurant out into the morning sun. A mega-dose of sunshine was also part of the cure. I was starting to feel better already.
I took one little bite of the lamb that had been cooked all night in broth and spices and knew I was on my way. I now had a Mexican comfort food to fall back on the next time I was feeling this bad.
I savored the experience as much as the Mixiotes.
Posted by Susan York at 8:59 AM