This morning I woke with the song The Perfect Nanny from Mary Poppins in my head, as if it had been the background music of my last dream. It wasn't until I was taking the dogs out that I thought of the end of the song: "Many thanks sincerely,
Jane and Michael Banks," then I understood: of course, it is a bank holiday. While I appreciate Veteran's Day and cannot hear the term without remembering my dad's long and frequent explanation of how it went from Armistice Day to Veteran's Day, I wasn't thinking of war. I was thinking about a day with LB.
Naturally, you'll want to see the shoes I wore.
Our dates always occur on bank holidays, because the bank is closed and yet Olive (Keshet only observes Old Testament holidays) is in school.
We begin with the requisite selfie. In the old days, we took them with LB holding the camera at the pefect angle. Children, you then had to wait a week to find out if you'd gotten it right.
Now it's so easy that we get lazy and we're never in the center of the frame.
We went out for Mexican Food at La Taquiza.
The food is fairly authentic, right down to the pineapple Jarritos. You don't see these much in Northbrook. Mexican Coke and Fanta, but rarely Jarritos.
La Frida, she is everywhere.
Loteria. 'member? Ju member...
This torta is unlike any torta I ever ate in Mexico, but then, we are a stone's throw from Chicago and meals come in only one size: Ditka.
I couldn't begin to finish but luckily, LB had not ordered enough food for himself and he ate the rest of mine.
It reminded me of the old days back in Providence. We would go to The Meeting Street Cafe for what was NOT A DATE and I would always order the Thanksgiving sandwich: turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes and cranberry sauce all between two pieces of bread. I don't remember what LB would order because it was always gone before I had my sandwich thoroughly cut in half and had figured out the correct way to hold this unwieldy Dagwood. He ate so fast in those days -- still growing, I suspect -- that he created a sonic boom. Once I looked under the table to see if perhaps he'd just hidden his sandwich and not eaten it at all. At any rate, he always ended up having half a Thanksgiving sandwich for dessert.
Apparently, the owner of La Taquiza has also been to the ladies' room of the Greyhound bus station in Laredo, Mexico-side. That was where I learned the word lleno. I knew it meant full, but I didn't realize it was not flexible in the way we use the word full in English.
It was perhaps 1979. I had been waiting in a long line and I noticed one bathroom stall was empty. I made a gesture towards it and the rest of the women in the bathroom waved me on permissively. One woman said to me, "Esta lleno." Full? But there was no one in that stall! I had assumed lleno was another way to say ocupado, but quickly learned this was not the case. Claro, el inodoro estaba lleno. Aren't you glad this all happened decades before the iPhone was invented?
After lunch I felt like a little something sweet. We went to Leonidas in downtown Northbrook for dessert. Usually one thinks of a crepe as a light and airy thing, something that leaves you wanting more.
Daaaaa.... Bears. Luckily, I knew none of it will go to waste.
This bowl of assorted sweeteners amused me terribly. All it was missing was a small packet of agave nectar. What? No agave nectar! I considered approaching the girl at the counter, full of indignation over agave's lack of representation. But she was way too young to understand why this assortment was funny in the first place.
It is funny, isn't it?
Her father's daughter.