we celebrated with tostadas. around the table sat over a dozen of us, from mexico, the US, west africa, bolivia, spain. odd, maybe, that what brought us together was a holiday of nationalism–in any place, a sentiment that tends more to divide than to unite such diverse groups of citizens. still, we were together, and we ate.
wherever i am, whoever i am with, these are my favorite moments: cooking food together. sharing a homemade around several mismatched tables. friends & strangers. friends & to-be-friends.