Cinco celebrations

Cinco de Mayo 2013

Not sure why we insist on numerous margaritas to celebrate the commemorations of a victory of the Mexican Militia over the French Army at The Battle Of Puebla in 1862 but I will go with it! Lots of fabulous start-my-hair-on-fire salsa, flavorful refried beans, mild Spanish rice, warmed choice of flour or corn tortillas, braised bell peppers and onions, a lot of lime squirted on each dish and in every drink. Yum! Dessert was angel food cake with fresh sweet strawberries or liquidy cherries with whipped cream.

Worms were slurped from the bottom of the bottle (someone beat me to it!) and a lot of fun with friends. Three legs longer than their torso girls, chatty and wondrous sportswomen teamed up to entertain the adults. Everyone pitched-in to shovel manure built up from far too many winter days-phew! It felt good to sweat in the sun and move around the large muscular animals that seem to be good for sucking up savings and creating more manual labor. Sorry equine fans, I have a difficult time imagining the work paying off since they cannot sit next to you on a Friday and substitute a date, share a massive bowl of buttery popcorn and not stare you down when you sob over a romantic film.

The tomboy gals were riveted by the horses, getting rides in the tick-filled woods on a sunny afternoon. A series of loud brays responding to two of the four horses having the freedom from the pen while they were left behind with hay piles for dinner. That was after we were tortured by the smelly piles of manure we had to shovel and rake to prepare the mound for the tractor to scoop in the round pen. Yuck! At least I was able to soak up the sun and take advantage of moving around on my still functional foot and spend time with friends.

Two of the girls performed for us while the old man played guitar in the kitchen under the tract lights. It was an entertaining show after the guitarist encouraged the two chickies with a patient and consoling voice to sing louder, louder, louder still. Deer, wood and dead ticks painstakingly yanked off dogs and people, horrified faces scrutinized the type, size and various stages of living before they were stuck on a piece of tape and disposed of. Time to get out the lemons and make a spray for Ty to ran for cover when he realized I was going to treat him. He runs like the dickens if I pull out a bottle or cotton swab, q-tips…anything that resembles medication or a bath. He is a horrific baby at 100 plus pounds. Silly Tyrus!