gold nuggets
A smell of wet asphalt flooded the city, people run to not soak, the underground is saturated and traffic does not improve. The sound of the trickle of water that want to drill the floor when it falls, and the horn of the car combined with the voices of the crowd.
Recurrent images entered my mind as starred in the odyssey across the D. F: a blanket, hot chocolate and socks dry. Topo with a plump woman selling pistachios, peanuts and seeds which are roasted on a huge griddle. Praised nuggets.
I do not know a person who objects to eat, and my fingers soaked in cold and humidity, is a delight to narrow the brown paper cones as warm enveloping seeds. I would rather try to remember how to get the seeds to be aware of what that is dotted with denim of my jeans.
is how I go back to the history books and if not hallucinating due to stress, this unique snack from pumpkin, which was always part of the Mexican food like chile and corn.
The metropolis still a mess walking down the calm streets with my unique aperitif, a wonderful snack that is rich tradition in terms of Mexican candies, such that hawking on the streets selling all those years ago.
Let us not be fooled by the terrifying bright orange head and Halloween , our pumpkin is original. My memory the address of the primary palanquetas sugary and colorful dish that green pipian more than a lover of mole causes addiction, child prodigies of Mexican ingenuity and seeds.
But it can become monotonous life, hardly remember these valuable traditions better enjoy our rich and varied cultural heritage that can be lifesaving when the routine is about to give you coup de grace.
It does not matter rain wetting my face, or puddles without disrupting motorists sanity and in a hurry, when I can have a handful of hot cracking seeds in my mouth.
