When the piñata broke open, niños y adultos alike, scrambled to retrieve their favorites. (The adultos pretended they were just helping the niños but I saw them gleefully flee the scene, their hands and pockets full of dulces.) My husband kneeled down and plucked up a long candy bar in a shiny blue wrapper that fell at his feet.
“Bubu Lubu…What’s this? Ice cream?” he said, handing it to me.
It was cold in my hand, and as I stood sweating outside in the tiny courtyard surrounded by twenty kids screaming in a mix of Spanish and English about what was fair and who stole what from whom, I decided a little ice cream would be real nice. I unwrapped the “Bubu Lubu”.
Biting into it, I realized this wasn’t ice cream at all, just candy that had been frozen. A chocolate flavored coating surrounded marshmallow and some sort of jelly – and while most Mexican candies, (besides my precious Dulce de Cacahuate), leave me feeling indifferent at best, Bubu Lubu became my new favorite candy/addiction with just one bite.
“Oh my God…you have to find more,” I said to my husband, licking my fingers. He scanned the ground but only the remnants of popped balloons and lollipop wrappers littered the grass.
Just at that moment, Tico walked by. (The guy is from Costa Rica, and usually the only non-Mexican to hang out with this particular group, so that is why they call him that.) Tico had a bag of extra candy and he was handing them out to kids who hadn’t gotten enough.
“Pssst! Hey Tico!” I called to him, “No tienes más Bubu Lubu?”
Tico looked into his bag and dug around, “Solo hay uno,” he said handing it to me.
I wanted to eat it, but I forced myself to save it for home. I later stuck it in the freezer and managed to wait a whole 24 hours before giving into temptation.
My last bite…
I mourned for a little while, because I have not seen Bubu Lubu at our local Latino markets, but this morning when my husband went into work, he asked his co-worker where they bought them. The co-worker said he loves them too and that once a week, a man comes in a truck and he buys them from him. If we give him money, he can buy me some.
Por Dios! He has a Bubu Lubu dealer!… I told you, this stuff is addictive.