Hello and welcome! I am a single thirty-something mexicana living in Los Angeles. I work in music even though I have no rhythm, can’t carry a tune or even whistle. I love to relax by thoroughly hand-kneading dough or diligently organizing a mise en place. I may have left my heart in Paris, but to make sure I plan to go back and back again to look for it. Thank you for visiting my day-to-day musings – Try not to get freaked out.
If you want to get to know me a little better, read below for my responses to the most frequently asked questions I get when I actually talk to people.
Where are you from?
I get this a lot. What people usually mean is “Why do you look Asian?” I was born in Tijuana, Baja California, Mexico to two fully Mexican parents. My mother is from the state of Guanajuato in central Mexico and my father is from the state of Sinaloa on the western coast of Mexico – you know, where all the Mexican narcos originated. Their parents and grandparents, and great-grandparents where born there too. So as far back as 100+ years, I cannot trace any Asian roots. Sorry to disappoint but I am happy to have won several drinks from guys who have tried to guess.
What languages do you speak?
I believe this to be a variation on the “Where are you from?” question. I speak English, Spanish and fluent sarcasm. So you may see me write in all three on this blog. I am also trying to learn French… “Trying” being the operative word here. Although, I have found that a glass of wine does help with my prononciation. That’s French for ‘pronunciation’.
If we met at a party, what would you talk about?
First of all, this is a weird question to ask, first thought that comes to mind is “Aren’t we at a part/bar/random social setting where we are already talking?” Any who… to answer the question: I’d likely bore you with my Red Sox fandom, explaining the difference between American whiskey, Scotch whiskey and Irish whiskey (my one true love) or the fact that ants are invading my apartment and I can’t seem to figure out how to get rid of them.
What are some of your favorite:
Foods? So much to choose from! I love me some pasta, entraña (skirt steak), chiles rellenos, tacos de lengua (tongue tacos), beautiful, smelly, raw milk cheeses and of course bread in any shape, style or form. I shamelessly devour at least one bag of Doritos or goldfish crackers in one sitting once a month. But my favorite food in the world is my mother’s frijoles refritos (refried beans) with queso fresco, salsita picante (spicy salsa) and homemade tortillas de harina (flour tortillas). Yum!
Drinks? I have been known to enjoy a glass or two of Red Breast whiskey – I’m not ageist so either 12 or 15 year will do – served neat. The occasional ice-cold Allagash White beer accompanies me while watching Red Sox games. Coffee in the morning is a must.
T.V. Shows? Current favorites include Game of Thrones, The League, Downton Abbey, The Daily Show, Difficult People, Catastrophe, Black-ish and a telenovela de jour.
Oldies but goodies: The Golden Girls, The West Wing, Gilmore Girls, How I Met Your Mother, Two Fat Ladies (Don’t watch for the food, watch for the drinking game possibilities.)
Movies? When Harry Met Sally, Four Weddings and a Funeral, Casablanca, City Lights, Die Hard (Best. Christmas. Movie. Ever.), Pride & Prejudice (the one with Kiera Knightly), Fever Pitch (because obvs) and My Big Fat Greek Wedding.
Books? Anne Franks’ Diary, The Secret Garden and Anne of Green Gables. All three books I read in middle school probably a hundred times.
Artists/Bands? I’ve been known to stalk Café Tacvba, Jack White and the Foo Fighters.
Your birthday is December 25th, you’re a Christmas Baby! Does that mean you only get only one gift? Do you even get to celebrate?
This is the most asked question I get from store cashiers, bartenders/bouncers and the California Highway Patrol. No, I do not get only one gift on December 25th. When I turned four, my Tío Luis told me to announce to all my family that I should get two gifts, one in birthday gift wrap and the second in Christmas gift wrap. To this day, 90% of my family and friends still do this. As a kid, it was awesome. As an adult, it’s getting embarrassing.
I do celebrate with my friends on my self-appointed pre-celebration day, December 13th which happens to be St. Lucia Day. If I’m feeling particularly festive, I may do my Twelve Days ‘Til Lucía’s Birthday, where I celebrate every day or night starting twelve days prior to my birthday. It can get exhausting and expensive so that is only trot out for mile stone birthdays.
With my family, the celebration starts on December 25th at 11:40am, at which time my dad puts on Las Mañanitas marking the precise time I first graced this (until then desolate) world with my presence. My family wishes me happy birthday, hugs and kisses all around and only then am I allowed to open my birthday gift-wrapped presents and followed by a big bowl of birthday pozole.
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📸: Carolina Larrea