Tuesday, September 28, 2010
A Mayan Princess
My friend Myrna is from San Salvador.
Last night she invited Anne and I over for a home cooked meal. I think perhaps this is going to become a Monday night staple. Anne's house one week, my house another, Myrna's the week after. Perhaps we will pick a favorite restaurant the fourth week and start all over every month.
Myrna refers to herself as a Mayan Princess. She told me that she has to love someone a lot to cook for them. She also told me, "mi casa es su casa mi amiga"
I think she loves me a lot.
She wouldn't let me take a picture of her, so I had to sneak this one with my cell phone.
Then she fed me.
Homemade chicken flautas.
And tamales, wrapped in banana leaves and steamed to perfection.
And plaintains with creama.
I asked her for all the recipes and she gave me a cookbook to read. It is in Spanish. As soon as I figure it all out I will post (at the very least) the flauta recipe.
The food was amazing. She is amazing.
I had my first session with a Grief Therapist tonight. It was good. It was good to talk to someone about, well, everything.
For a full 30 minutes afterward, on the drive home, the buzzing in my chest and head stopped. I felt calm. I felt normal. Or at least a little bit.
I am going back next week.
Seven weeks he has been gone. Seven weeks.
Myrna sent me home with plates full of Mayan Treasures. My therapist sent me home with a heart that was calm.
Thank God for Mayan Princesses and Therapists.