Last year I made what I ended up calling our “First and last ofrenda.” … Eager to start a new tradition on a holiday as beautiful as Día de los Muertos, I made an altar for Carlos’s father without realizing that Carlos grew up in a country, (El Salvador), that, for the most part, doesn’t take part in the type of Day of the Dead festivities you usually think of when you think about November 2nd.
In El Salvador, Carlos explained, Day of the Dead, or “Día de los Difuntos” as I hear his family call it, is a somber day to go to the cemetery, clean the graves of loved ones, decorate the graves with flowers, have names repainted on the tombstone, and maybe stick around for a quiet picnic. Unlike Mexico, or neighboring Guatemala, El Salvador doesn’t really celebrate Day of the Dead with fun parties.
Being that Carlos wasn’t comfortable having an altar for his father, I thought this was one tradition that just wasn’t meant to be for our family, but my boys had other ideas.
“Aren’t you going to make an ofrenda this year? I liked that tradition,” my older son asked.
“I liked it too but it made Daddy unhappy to have an altar for his father so we shouldn’t make one this year.”
“But we can make a different one. I’d like to have one for Ginger,” he said, referring to the family dog we put down over the summer.
“Can you have an ofrenda for a dog?” he asked, “Cause they have spirits, too.”
I agreed, and so that is why I made an ofrenda for Ginger this evening, instead of working on various other things I was supposed to be doing.
Ginger liked to chase rabbits that would slip under the fence right before she caught them – though I would bet money that had she ever caught one, she wouldn’t have known what to do with it – I think she just wanted to play. She was a tall German Shepherd mix who played gentle with all creatures smaller than herself – from other dogs, to cats, and even babies.
We adopted her from the Humane Society and it seemed like she always remembered that and thanked us for it. She didn’t know any fancy tricks – just the basics – but she was bilingual – responding to commands in both English and Spanish. We jokingly called her “Jengibre” since “Ginger” is the name she came with and I wanted to give her a Spanish name. Suegra found it disturbing that the dog’s name tag said “Ginger López” – she had never met a dog with a last name before.
Ginger loved to be wherever I was. Even if she was comfortable laying on the other side of the room, all I had to do was make eye contact and she’d get up to come closer to me. She refused to catch a frisbee or play fetch but she loved to play chase, especially if you had a pocketful of breakfast cereal. Her only sin was climbing up on the sofa when no one was home, but she had enough respect to climb down when she heard the keys in the door.
We miss Ginger. She was described by family and neighbors as “a sweetheart.” We hope she’s chasing rabbits in a better place.
The first time I saw botas picudas was in a WalMart parking lot. The boys piled into the car with Suegra while Carlos and I put the groceries into the trunk. Across the row, a group of young Mexican guys walked by and caught my eye.
I nudged Carlos. “Look at those boots!”
These tipos were decked out – cowboy hats, jeans tighter than I could ever hope to fit into, fancy button-down shirts, big belt buckles, and these pointy toed boots I couldn’t take my eyes off of.
Carlos sneered and went back to putting groceries into the car.
“If we find you boots like that, will you wear them?!” I asked, handing him a bag from the cart.
“No. They look ridiculous,” he answered, before reminding me for the millionth time that he wasn’t Espinoza Paz, he wasn’t Mexican, and he wasn’t even from the Salvadoran countryside – he’s a city boy.
I watched the Mexican guys get into their truck and pouted. That was a year ago and I still haven’t convinced Carlos to buy a pair of botas picudas. In fact, the fashion has gotten so out of hand that now he definitely wants nothing to do with it.
Apparently the men wearing these boots got a little competitive about whose boots were longer and pointier, (*ahem* … we are talking about BOOTS here but it makes you wonder.) … Now, some of the botas picudas can be so long that the wearer attaches the tip of the boot to their wrists to keep from tripping.
This documentary explains how DJ Erick Rincón and the Tribal music scene in Mexico City played a part in popularizing botas picudas, (which can be seen even in the United States – especially in Texas.)
(Gracias to mi amiga, Elsie, for sharing the video and inspiring the post!)
(English translation available below.)
Cuándo Jarritos me invitó a probar unas botellas de sus bebidas y compartir mi opinión aquí en Latinaish.com, claro que la acepté. Tengo muchos años tomando Jarritos y es una de mis cosas favoritas.
Entonces, recibí la caja por correo ayer – (Suegra estaba super curiosa – Preguntandome por qué me mandan los Jarritos. Expliqué que es para mi “trabajo” … Ahora sí, ella piensa que soy alguien muy importante. Jajaja…)
Las ponía al refrige para que se enfríen y las saque en tiempo de cena. Ahora eran los niños que estaban curiosos. No dejo que tomen muchas bebidas con calorias – mejor que tomen leche o agua, pero todo en moderación. (Y los Jarritos tienen sólo 100% azúcar natural – nada de high fructose corn syrup.)
Los sabores que tuvimos fue: tamarindo, mandarina, tuttifruti, jamaica, limón, toronja, guayaba, piña, fresa, mango, y cola.
Carlos afirmó el tamarindo para él muy rapido, y me cae bien porque nunca me ha gustado el sabor de tamarindo en nada. Mi hijo mayor quería cola, (que me gusta mucho), y mi hijo chiquito quería mandarina, (que también es buena.) … Por curiosidad abrí la botella de jamaica porque, para mí, Jamaica es un país – no un sabor. No tenía ningúna idea que jamaica es un tipo de flor. Bueno, no me gusto. Suegra rapida venía, “¿Es de sabor jamaica?” preguntó. Le dijé que sí y ella me la quitaba por probar. “A ver sí es buena,” dijó, tomando un trago. Después, Suegra dijó que le gusto mucho, (y me explicó que jamaica es una flor.)
Siempre me ha gustado el sabor de sandía, pero no habia un Jarritos de sandía en la caja. Abriendo todas las botellas y echando un poco de cada sabor en una taza, probe todas. No creo que puedo selecionar una favorita. Me gustaban todas, (salvo jamaica y tamarindo.) …Guayaba, piña, y fresa son muy buenas, pero toronja y limón son más refrescantes. En fin, hay un sabor de Jarritos por cada sabor de persona.
Link: Puedes mandar una botella virtual de Jarritos a tus amigos en Facebook. ¡Qué chévere!
Divulgación: Los productos fueron recibidos con el propósito de la revisión. Esta revisión contiene sólo mi opinión sincera. Esta no es una revisión pagada.
When Jarritos invited me to try some of their drinks and share my opinion here on Latinaish.com, of course I accepted. I’ve been drinking Jarritos for many years and they’re one of my favorite things.
So, I received the box by mail yesterday – (Suegra was super curious – Asking me why they sent me Jarritos. I explained that it’s for my “work”…For sure she thinks I’m someone important now!)
I put the bottles in the fridge to get cold and took them out later at dinner time. Now it was the kids who were curious. I don’t let them drink anything with calories too often – it’s better that they drink milk or water, but everything in moderation. (And Jarritos are made with 100% natural sugar – none of that high fructose corn syrup.)
The flavors we had were: Tamarind, Orange, Fruit Punch, Jamaica, Lime, Grapefruit, Guava, Pineapple, Strawberry, Mango and Mexican Cola.
Carlos quickly claimed the Tamarind for himself, and that was just fine with me because I’ve never like tamarind flavored anything. My older son wanted the cola, (which I really like), and my little son wanted Orange, (which is also good.) …Out of curiosity, I opened the bottle of Jamaica, because to me, Jamaica is a country, not a flavor. I had no idea that Jamaica is a type of flower. Well, I didn’t like it. Suegra appeared, “Is that Jamaica flavor?” she asked. I told her that it was and she took it from me to try. “Let’s see if it’s good,” she said, taking a swig. Afterward, Suegra said she really liked it, (and she also explained that Jamaica is a flower.)
I’ve always liked watermelon flavor, but there wasn’t a watermelon Jarritos in the box. I opened all the other bottles and poured a little of each into my cup one-by-one to try them out. I don’t think I can pick a favorite. I liked all of them, (except Jamaica and Tamarind.) Guava, Pineapple and Strawberry were all really good, but Grapefruit and Lime were more refreshing. In the end, there’s a Jarritos flavor for every flavor of person.
Disclosure: These products were provided for review. This review contains only my honest opinion. This was not a paid review.
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Though the culture of Día de Los Muertos (Day of the Dead), is something I’ve always loved and admired, I’ve never actually really participated. My husband is Salvadoran and his family more commonly calls it “Día de los Difuntos”, (Day of the Deceased.)
He says that in El Salvador on November 2nd, you visit your deceased family members in the cemetery. You spend the day there, cleaning the grave, or paying others to repaint the name. The grave can be decorated with flowers, though he says offerings of food are rarely left because people don’t want to waste it. Sometimes priests walk around and a donation can be given for a prayer.
The day sounds less festive in El Salvador than it is in Mexico, and for this reason, the day has usually passed in our family with nothing more than a candle being lit for Carlos’s father, who died when he was younger. (Not to mention my youngest son’s birthday happens to fall on “Día de Los Muertos”, so we’re usually busy celebrating that.)
This year I wanted to make an altar called an “ofrenda”, (“offering”), Mexican-style. Carlos says this really isn’t done in El Salvador, at least not in his family.
The ofrenda is usually three tiers, signifying the three levels of life: The lowest tier represents the earth, the second tier is the in-between, and the third tier at the top is the after-life or Heaven.
There are various traditional objects which are often placed on ofrendas such as papel picado, flowers, candles, calaveras (decorative skulls, sometimes made of sugar), bread, salt, water, personal items such as jewelry, photos, favorite beverages and foods, etc.
I wanted to celebrate the holiday but my father’s side of the family is Jewish and my mother’s side of the family are Anglo-Protestants. I can’t imagine either side of the family would have wished to be remembered in this way, and so out of respect, I don’t make an ofrenda for my loved ones who have passed.
I decided to make an ofrenda to honor Carlos’s father, the man who would have been my Suegro. Along with his father’s photo and his ring, I placed a few religious items as he was Catholic, along with candles, incense and a few decorations. For food offerings, I remember Suegra saying he loved casamiento, so I put a bowl of rice and beans on the ofrenda as well.
Carlos said he appreciated the gesture and that the ofrenda was beautiful but then he gently asked me if I would mind taking it down. The sight of the ofrenda made him sad instead of happy, which was not my intention. Sadness is also not in the spirit of Día de Los Muertos. Day of the Dead is supposed to be about celebration of life, not mourning of death, but Carlos says that he has never liked the holiday, even back in El Salvador.
So, the ofrenda is no more, and what I hoped would be a new family tradition is not possible. I completely understand Carlos’s feelings and though I regret making him sad, I’m thankful our boys had a chance to think about and learn a little about the man who would have been their Abuelo, but never had a chance to be.
Marigolds are the flower used to decorate for Día de Los Muertos (Day of the Dead) in Latin America. The Marigold is also a popular flower in bloom in gardens in the United States during Autumn.
I decided I wanted to make some, but all crafts for making flowers involved tissue paper, which I never seem to have on hand. What I do have an abundance of is colored construction paper, so I set to work to figure it out. After a few false starts, I finally came up with this method. The result is so nice that I wanted to share it with you so you can make Marigolds with your niños.
(caléndulas de papel)
What you need:
• construction paper (preferably orange colored)
• a drinking glass
• a pencil
• a stapler
Use a drinking glass to draw 3 circles on a piece of orange construction paper.
Cut out all 3 circles. (It doesn’t have to be perfect.)
Hold all 3 circles together and fold in half, (so it looks like a little taco.)
Fold in half again. (Now it should be more of a cone shape.)
Place one staple in the pointy end to hold it together.
Cut slits, evenly spaced, into the rounded side. (You will want to cut a little deeper than what you see in the photo.)
Pinch your flower open. Use your fingers to pull the layers apart from each other and shape the petals.
Some people wouldn’t think that you can find Latin American art and culture at a museum for American Indians, but you can because Latin American culture is a mix of indigenous and Spanish culture. So, until Washington D.C. builds the much needed National Museum of The American Latino, this is a good place to look for a little Latinidad.
While the American Indian museum will have special events specifically for Día de Los Muertos (Day of the Dead), they have many things on display year round.
“Day of the Dead rituals date back thousands of years. Early Mesoamerican peoples saw death as a continuation of life. They believed deceased members of their family could return to them during a month long celebration in late summer.
Spanish colonizers tried and failed to put an end to the ritual. Instead, to integrate it into Christian tradition, they moved its observance to the first two days of November: All Saints’ Day and All Souls’ Day.”
-Printed on a plaque at The National Museum of the American Indian
These women were sewing and I didn’t want to disturb them by snapping photos too closely or interrupt them by asking questions, so I’m not sure of their ethnicity, but their colorful embroidery reminded me very much of Latin America.
Also on display…
I tried to make traditional calaveras (skulls) out of sugar for Dia de Los Muertos, (Day of the Dead on November 2nd), but they didn’t come out very well because my local Latino markets didn’t have the molds I wanted to use. I decided I would make them another way.
I saw a creative Etsy crafter had used felt, and was going to make some like that, but then I happened upon ceramic skulls at The Dollar Tree. They were actually 2 for $1.
With just a little craft paint and some creativity – Ta da! A calavera for Dia de los Muertos :)
If you want to make one, too, go check your local dollar stores for clearance Halloween decorations. ¡Diviértanse! (Have fun!)