
As previously mentioned, a friend visited for the weekend and broke in our new futon frame. She also brought me lots of tasty Mexicans as a thank you gift. Well, to be honest, the tasties weren’t Mexican people as much as Mexican foodstuffs. My friend, being Mexican and having grown up in Mexico for part of her childhood, brought with her an interesting sampling of snacks she enjoyed as a child (and some that she still enjoys as an adult).
Having grown up in Whitey McWhiteville of Cow County, I have had little exposure to Mexican culture and proper Mexican food. And man, the stuff she brought sure is fun to sample.
Not only did she bring me the Mexican hot chocolate (Abuelita) of which I have recently become addicted, she also came bearing many more tasties. These included Pulparindos made from tamarind pulp with a hearty slathering of spicy chili powder, strange frosting packets of doom called Duvalins (with an accent somewhere in there), round wafer sandwiches with sweetened goat milk called Obleas, salted prunes straight from the devil’s anus, and some other stuff we have yet to try (the Barritas pina, and Bimbuneuelos—again, with accents somewhere in there).
We’ve broken into the Pulparindos and frosting packets of doom, as well as the nasty devil’s anus salt prunes. So far, I’ve been beating Tyler back from the Pulparindos. They not only seem to be his favorite of what we’ve tried, but they also make a great work snack for me. We both like the Obleas, but I find eating an entire wafer a bit much as sweetened goat milk is—well—very sweet and goaty. I can’t really describe it better than that without banging my head against a wall for a bit and then staring at a motionless keyboard for a bit more. The Duvalins are a okay for straight-up frosting packets of doom, and it’s somewhat amusing that the manufacturer included plastic “spoons” that would do better outfitting a doll house kitchen than feeding my gapping maw. As for the devil’s anus salt prunes…well, they earned that name for a reason. Let’s just say that one not-so-innocent little prune requires at least two glasses of water—if you’re lucky. And no amount of forewarning can prepare you of the nasty that is the devil’s anus salt prune.