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The chile, it seems to me, is one of the few foods that has its own goddess.
I sit down in front of Baz now, on the coffee table
which I carried up by myself. He hands me his cup, and I take a sip. "What is this?"
"Pumpkin mocha breve. I created it myself.
Everything is human. The Spaniard's fear of God, his humility, his solemnity, his scrupulous austerity is a very worthy form of humanity,
Do not mislead Perez Anna or malign the people who have sheltered you for over twenty years. We are not - what is the word for eaters of one another?"
"Capitalists," said Anna.
tamales with rice and beans - and
I'm a wise Latina woman. Whatever, man. Thank God I'm not in politics, because the fact that you have to explain everything - I'd kill myself. I can't take all those little things they dissect. I'm like, 'Oh my God, get a life.' I don't have time for this.
lima means, non-dairy
Don't use 'tea' and 'manure' in the same sentence or I'll have to pound you into the ground." "You're such a baby," Lexi said. "It's science. You're supposed to love science." "I draw the line at foul-smelling llama-manure tea.
I have slipped chile under your skin
secretly wrapped in each enchilada
hot and soothing
carefully cut into bitefuls for you as a
toddler
increasing in power and intensity as
you grew
until it could burn
forever
There are many ways to rule, many things required to be un hombre or to be una mujere, for each person can decide for himself. Sometimes you can even be both. Without having to choose one or the other
But damn it, give me my tacos.
Laila Lalami has fashioned an absorbing story of one of the first encounters between Spanish conquistadores and Native Americans, a frightening, brutal, and much-falsified history that here, in her brilliantly imagined fiction, is rewritten to give us something that feels very like the truth.
When you hear a Spanish cook describe a paella or a cake, you realize she's using a much richer repertoire of adjectives than what one of us would use to characterize a book or an important experience.
Mr. Cuervo and I - and all of his Mexican cousins are no longer on speaking terms
In Mexico today the word for the ultimate, the best in anything from a straight flush to the sight of beautiful country, is a todo madre, something which is 'wholly mother'.
Goooodmorning, my little jumping bean.
I got your salsa right here, bimbo, she said.
Threatned men eat bread, says the Spaniard.
It lifts my spirits to see the statues of mothers, working women, and female peasants. These respectful and well-maintained tributes to women make the day special for me; this art is a lasting reminder that women matter in these rural Spanish towns and that women's contributions are remembered.
In the Mexican repertoire there's a lot of super delicious things you can do with vegetables and beans and grains and all that sort of stuff. So I can do this thing.
You cannot resist the encanto!
As Latinas, we tend to be overly partial considering stereotypes. I'm interested in being naughty and edgy.
Come on! I thought you liked Mexican!
I could eat gazpacho three times a day.
I'm Hispanic - don't mess around with my coffee. Leave my beans alone.
I stand by whatever I read from Univision.
Feeling the inevitable claim of the this desert, he experienced a desire to throw off his civilized costume, hurl himself upon Josephina, either succumb, or return to Guadalajara, where men could only complain of having too many buttons to button or unbutton...
Lola swore she would never return to that terrible country. On one of our last nights as novios she said, Ten million Trujillos is all we are.
Give me to drink mandragora.
He said, "I am a man," and that meant certain things to Juana. It meant that he was half insane and half god.
Esperanza means hope in Spanish.
Comrade [Rafael] Correa gets it right, most of the time. This is new, 'final' offensive of the Empire in Latin America.
What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes!
and you, Garcia Lorca, what were you doing down by the watermelons?
Woman is the gate of the devil, the road to iniquity, the sting of the scorpion, in a word, a dangerous species.
The waitress returns, cutting into possibly the most bizarre
way a pregnancy can be announced. At a Mexican restaurant. With a tequila shot
standoff. In French
One Macaca fuscata is cleverer than two Homines sapientes
Fucking cracker," Alvarado hissed as he was shoved into the patrol car.
"Aw, that's discrimination, right there." I feigned hurt. "See, I see you as scumbag first, Alvarado. Or dick-cheese. Scumsucking pedophile. Asshole. The fact that you're Hispanic doesn't even factor into it.
Oh dios mio, she makes me burn, she makes me need. She is etching herself into mi alma
Con esperanza no se come. Hope does not get you anything to eat.
Hillary Clinton announced she's running for president. Yesterday in Ohio, Hillary popped into a Chipotle and she ordered a burrito bowl with chips and salsa. And on her way out she said, 'That locks down the Hispanic vote.'
I am afraid the Spanish American has not always a very strict regard for truth.
I feel I'll take on the responsibility of showing the world a whole different kind of Latin woman.
Mientras mas honda la herida,
Es mi canto mas hermoso.
While more deeper is the wound
The more beautiful the art.
Patria o muerte! Motherland or death! Cuba si, yanqui no!
E canchis amnia.
Everything from shells.
You've got a new Spanish-language album out now ["90 Millas," released in September of 2007], and the single ["No Llores"] is #1 on the Billboard Latin chart.
We aspire to make artisanal tortillas on an industrial scale.
Eve: "Yo! Mocha!"
Oliver: "Yo. I am not your waitress.
Don Quixote's misfortune is not his imagination, but Sancho Panza.
WARNING: Supposedly, eating quiche isn't manly, and occasionally when I eat quiche, my gynecologist will make fun of me.
Spanish girls make wonderful wives. I've never had one so I know.
Women in salsa - women everywhere - we always gotta be defending ourselves.
Latin Americans hold on tight even to pain and suffering, preferring a certain present to an uncertain future. Some of this is only natural, entirely human. But for us, the fear is paralyzing; it generates not only anxiety but also paralysis.
[Cabeza de Vaca] ceased to be lost not by returning but by turning into something else.
chefs, the Guatemalans, sometimes
Um. Oh dear." "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" "I don't know. Are you thinking, goats are kind of like sheep with bad attitude? I'm not a fucking chupacabra, man.
Dude, estoy aqui por loco, no por pendejo, which was the punch line to the funniest Spanish joke I knew. Okay, the only one. Google it.
I am a woman, and I am a Latina. Those are the things that make my writing distinctive. Those are the things that give my writing power.
Man is alone everywhere. But the solitude of the Mexican, under the great stone night of the high plateau that is still inhabited by insatiable gods, is very different from that of the North American, who wanders in an abstract world of machines, fellow citizens and moral precepts.
Part geographical, part political, part cultural, Latin America overspills its bounds: is Belize Latin America? Quebec? Miami? Lavapies, Madrid? The Gaucho Grill, Manchester?
Anytime there is Mexican food around, you can bet I'll be eating it,
When bad things happen to men we say it's terrible, but when bad things happen to women we say that's just a cultural practice, says Lou de Baca, U.S. Ambassador at Large, Office to Combat and Monitor Human Trafficking.
You know what really fries my Puerto rican pancakes?
That", I said, "is an awfully lovely woman. I thought I should let you know, kid, in case your inexperience had blinded you to the fact."
"Lying," Ramirez stated, blushing. "Evil.
She needs to think about her marriage like she does Mexican food." "Mexican food?" Ali asked. "We love Mexican food," Nic explained. "And Nic deserves the whole enchilada.
I have traveled all over the world and gone to the highest peaks, and the densest jungles. The Carpathain Mountians will always be my homeland, but my home is a woman. Solange Sangria. You are home to me. Your body is my home. Your mind. Your heart and soul. It matters little to me where we are.
We have some nachos left." Carlos motioned to a plate on the table. "But I don't suppose you're interested."
"I already ate." Ian sat at the end of the table.
"Anyone we know?" Carlos's amber eyes twinkled. "Ouch." He glared at Toni.
We don't care if these girls want to eat their men. That's the Piranha Man's problem. We just want the avocados.
We're looking at eight straight months of chaqueta."
"Chaqueta? Jacket?" Reid translated with a frown.
"No, man." Garcia grinned, fisting his hand and mimicking jacking off.
But, chiquita, you must understand that while you are here, I expect you to come to me and share your fears. Even if I am the one causing them.
Francisco, what's the most depraved type of human being?" "The man without a purpose.
In her bottled up is a woman peppery as curry,
a yam of a woman of butter and brass,
I'll be the gringa queen of my village.
[Cuban coffee is] very powerful, very sweet, and a little dangerous - just like the people who drink it.
Caminante, no hay camino. Se hace camino al andar.
(Walker, there is no road. The road is made as you walk.)
Chus Martinez is a transsexual collective phantom. Anybody can be Chus Martinez!
Fatima is a woman of the desert," said the alchemist. "She knows that men have to go away in order to return. And she already has her treasure: it's you. Now she expects that you will find what it is you're looking for.
Chicken or shellfish gumbo, usually a side. ("Sopa de" means
Being Latina to me is living your life like it's a big old fiesta!
That one time I had ma Latina texture going on.. Or just.. everyday.
Holyfuckingmancandy.
sin sufrimiento, no hay historia
Chisora's not a nice man, not a nice human being.
As a man I'd been a cool customer. As a woman I was a hot tamale.
Gervasio Lonquimay
just munches away on tortilla chips and salsa like it's his last supper. Piss me off enough, it just damn well may be.
The whole land seems aroused to discussion on the province of woman, and I am glad of it. We are willing to bear the brunt of thestorm, if we can only be the means of making a break in that wall of public opinion which lies right in the way of woman's rights, true dignity, honor and usefulness.
Stop throwing us all together like some sort of Puerto Ricaminican Tex-Mex buffet.
Digo, paciencia y barajar. What I say is, patience, and shuffle the cards.
I think my wife married me for my guacamole.
(Just so you know, I practice Spanish watching Dora the Explorer and playing GTA, so I know how to say backpack, whore, and weed. I hope you're impressed.)
A pale, thin, small woman, perfectly coiffed, perfectly dressed, without makeup, without a single piece of jewelry, ascetic (viperous?) (her heart sullied by the world's contagion?) stands beside Eduardo, making him gigantic: she smiles mechanically.
In terms of tacos, she was doing fine.
You can tell him we're not going to harm him, you know. It's not like he's some high risk captive."
"Tell him yourself."
"I don't speak Spanish," she complained.
"Well, he can just wait in suspense.
I'm learning with my mom how to cook more Spanish food. I'm trying to make a good paella, but that's a real art.
Julita was being spinned like a top by a drop-dead-gorgeous Dominicano. Later she told us that he'd asked for her number and she had given him the wrong one.
"Why did you do that?" I asked her.
"He smelled married," she said.
All, whether believers or not, find something to love, and to love intensely, in the Virgin of Guadalupe. Against her in this land, no man blasphemes. She is the ideal, the light that shines above our strife and our incredulity.
My mom cooked the same food every day - tortillas, beans and meat. If it was enchiladas, it was - tortillas, beans and meat. If it was burritos, it was still - tortillas, beans and meat.
Friends, we have now won ... I say to Aymaras, Quechuas, Chiquitaos, and Guaranis: for the first time we are going to be presidents. And I want to say to businesses, intellectual professionals, and artists: do not abandon us.
The werehyena Casanova strikes again.
Creole women take after Europe in their intelligence, after the Tropics in the illogical violence of their passions, and after the Indies in the apathetic indolence with which they commit or suffer good and evil.