I realized belatedly, after I chose this goal, that I’m not really a stranger to cultural celebrations. Working with the Southeast Asian community,
I’ve attended a “Springtime Wrist Tying Ceremony” and a Hmong New Year celebration in the last year. (For the former they tied strings around our wrists, blessed us and put cooked rice in our hair. And the latter? We walked around a tree while they hit a gong and waved a live chicken in the air.)But oddly, I’ve never celebrated Cinco de Mayo
before. No es bueno! So two weeks ago, My friend Shaun and I headed to St. Paul’s Cinco de Mayo celebration with an eye for correcting this travesty.There were, of course, the ubiquitous festival booths (mini donuts! fried cheese curds! funnel cake!) that were patently not Mexican. But there were also homemade tamales, lots of sparkly outfits, some impressive dancing and at least one Chihuahua wearing a thematic outfit.
What is sure to be the first of many, many pieces of roasted
corn that I eat this summer.
Can we talk about this? Roasted corn. Brushed with melted butter.
Brushed with with mayo. Sprinkled with cheese. Sprinkled with chili.
FTW, you guys. And you know I don’t say that lightly.
Salsa tasting tray that I couldn’t take part in because I’m a tender tummy.
This sparkly shrine was mounted on top of a fake white horse.
Young men would periodically lift this up and hoist it up
and down while people danced around it in concentric circles.
I suspect this place provides all the quinceanera
for the young ladies of St. Paul. I’d lovelovelove to attend one
of these amazing 15th birthday parties one day.
Did you do it up on Cinco de Mayo? What sort of cultural celebrations have you taken part in?