Things My Mom Taught Me about Being Mexican
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A volume of 100+ poems and anecdotes touching on the offbeat, funny and tragic. With stories ranging from anarchic uncles to the simplicity of a taco de crema.
Hector Jimenez
Hector Jimenez writes and jogs in Long Beach, CA. His work explores the place where humor, surrealism and tragedy meet, and he can spin a yarn in various formats from screenplay to book to comic. All the while he has supported himself as a customer service agent for pugster.com, Kitchen cook in a hamburger joint (fired after 1 day), Army Artilleryman, substitute teacher for Lynwood Unified and Script Supervisor for various Lifetime and Hallmark films. He has lived in Los Angeles from birth, though he did live in Georgia and the Bay Area that one time.
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Things My Mom Taught Me about Being Mexican - Hector Jimenez
Table of Contents
Preface
Tomatillo
Blood In Blood out
Mexico
Tio
Café de la olla
Firework/Cuete
Spanish
Pogz / Tazos
Rooster
Scorpion / Alacran
Stand and Deliver
Nachos
Avocado / Aguacate
Taco de crema
CDMX
Café Tacuba
Goat/Chivo
Refried Beans/Frijoles Refritos
Piñata
Quebraditas
Vicente Fernandez
Accordion
Ensenada
Tio II (A different Tio)
Tlayuda
Weed/Mota
Mario Almada
Cheese/Queso
Knorr Suissa
Duvalin
Beans/Frijoles
Love and Rockets
Quesadilla
Bad words/Grocerias
Mazatlan
Pulque
Soccer/Futbol (The watching of)
Wedding/Boda
Jalostotitlan I
Scarab/Mayate
Burbujas
Oysters/Ostiones
Burrito
Tobacco
Torta
Cesina
Chiles Rellenos
The sign of the cross/Persinarse
Peanut/Cacahuate
Pozole
Lucha Libre
Taco
Mexicali
Guisado
Ñ
Xochitl
Mexican
Coconut/Coco
Bolillo
Don Ramon
Mango
Cholo
Lipovitan
Texas
Huntington Park
Serrano
Edward James Olmos
Bruja
Tostada
Chicken/Pollo
Cantinflas
Rice/Arroz
Saladitos
Quinceanera
Cousins/Primos-Primas
Jalapeno
Buey (Guey, way)
Huaraches
Titties/Tetas
La Virgen De Guadalupe
Sobador
Mariachi
Nescafe
Chia
Soccer/Futbol (The playing of)
Chipotle
Beef Stew/Caldo de res
Brujeria
Dragonball
Jalostotitlan II
Niño de la tierra
L.A. Street Dog
Parque Nacional Barranca del Capatitzio
Death
Lucas
San Marcos
Tunas
Concha
Paletero
Elote Man/Elotero
Chile
Godmother-father/ Niño-a
Los Mochis
Scarab/Mayate (II)
Mosquito Coils
Pepito
Supermarket/Supermercado
Resortes
Horses
Paranguacutirimicuaro
Jalostotitlan III
Pico de gallo
Cheech Marin
Vapo Rub
Tapatio
Tequila
Cilantro
Tortilla
Chubacabra
Chavo Del Ocho
Bolo
Nintendo
Pomegranate/Granada
Beer/Cerveza
Loteria
Ceviche
Desmadre
Atole
Street Food/Comida Callejera
Tomato/Jitomate
Dia de los muertos
Folklorico
Puerto Vallarta
Spanglish
Tijuana
Preface
It is difficult to be born outside of Mexico and call yourself Mexican. For me, it always feels like an honor I don’t quite deserve. This preface used to be 20+ pages of me trying to convince you (and myself) that I am indeed Mexican. In the end, I took all that I wrote and boiled it down to a simple rule.
Like a nudist, don't measure how much or little Mexican you have, instead own what you've been given proudly.
Feeling insufficiently Mexican is shitty, and I know there are others out there going through the same thing. Part of putting this together was hoping to encourage others to embrace their roots, regardless of their depth.
Tomatillo
Your name sounds like a hand-me-down.
"Remember that foo Tomato?
This is his little brother, Tomatillo."
Maaan. I ain’t even a tomato.
Blood in/Blood out
I never really mixed with gang life, but I knew plenty gangsters growing up. And every single one of them worshiped ‘Bound by honor’. It was their bible. Knowing every scene intimately, as though it were a home movie.
So how in this world of thugs and brawlers, does Miclo get a pass? I’ve never heard anyone call bullshit on this white guy being part of the crew. Never has a cholo said that was unrealistic. There’s a white guy in American Me too. Maybe the racial lines between gangs aren’t as rigid as we think.
There’s never a black guy with the cholo’s though. Guess they don’t get a pass.
Mexico
Dad had bought a used camper, and we were spending the summer traveling through the country.
Above the driver seats there was a large bed; jutting precariously out beyond the windshield. Sitting up there let me take in the world from up high. It was a real pleasure to watch the countryside flash by, lying on your stomach in comfortable boredom.
One day I was roused from sleeping. Traffic had stopped and there was some commotion below. I asked why we had stopped and mom yelled for me not to look out the window.
I rushed to the window.
We had been driving on a two lane highway. One of those where the only way to pass slow cars is to brave oncoming traffic. Slowly we moved forward and came alongside a light blue convertible with the top down.
The driver had completely gone through the steering wheel, and pieces of it were sticking out behind him. The scene was so grotesque it seemed surreal, like someone had smashed a cherry pie on top of the accident itself. The passenger was wearing her seatbelt, so she sat upright, her eyes open but lifeless.
This image seared itself into my young mind as the image of Mexico. Gruesome violent death. Sometimes it still feels that way. Like the land is always daring me to go out like that.
Tio
I must be about five and we’re about to play horse. This is not some fancy trotting around the living room. He warns me once to hang on, I grab hold as best I can and then he shows me what riding a wild horse is like.