Last night I was kinda bummed about not planning ahead and making the trip out to Hillsboro (suburb outside of Portland) to pick up a “Rosca” for “Dia de Reyes.”
For anyone not familiar with this, us Mexicans like to keep the party going 7 days after New Years Eve and celebrate what we call “3 Wise Men Day” following the Catholic/Christian tradition.
Rather than trying to condense an explanation for this “holiday”, I’ll give you
the link so that you can read about it on your own, to make a long story short, its like Santa Claus coming back a second time around two weeks after the fact.
(at least this is how I use to see things as a kid)
I know what you are thinking, me celebrating a religious holiday?
Well, if there is food, sweets, or alcohol involved, I’ll celebrate just about anything, which reminds me, Dr. MLK’s birthday is just around the corner, so you can probably imagine what I have planned for dinner that night…
Sushi & Sake probably.
(you racist bastards)
Anyway, back to my story, I was disappointed about not picking up an overpriced traditional sweet cake/bread that would cost me no more than $3 dollars anywhere in Mexico but will run me between $15-30 for decent one here in the States.
But than, Lucy told me she was making one for us from scratch, which at this point it doesn’t surprise me one bit, the woman is amazing at adhering to our Mexican stereotypes… I mean traditions.
So after 2 hours of prepping, baking, and waiting, Lucy came through with I can only describe as the most amazing “rosca de reyes” I’ve ever had in my life…
IN MY LIFE!!
And despite the fact that I probably ate more than half of the rosca, I am happy to say that I didn’t get stuck with the tiny baby Jesus… which only goes to show you, if I can’t find Jesus in something I love SO much as I love food, than there probably isn’t any hope for me.
