Here's my newest experience. I stopped at Nery's house on Fri PM & Paco came home from work (construction near the marina) with a bag of snails. Yes, with just a face mask, he had been diving for snails during his lunch break, I guess & probably had around 100 in this bag. So, we went to Panchita's house to cook them because they didn't have a pot big enough. The only "seafood" I cook is fish, so this was a learning thing for me. So, we boiled them in shell until cooked, took out of the water & pulled off the cap & pulled out the meat & all the rest of the insides. Only 1/2 of what's in the shell is actually edible. And what started as a large bag I could hardly lift became a bowl, 2 pounds, maybe, of actual meat. (Shells are saved for a craft project). My next lesson was how to eat these Mexican mariscos. Well, duh – with chopped tomato, onion, garlic, chile, lime & cilantro, of course. Add clamato & serve like a cold soup with crackers or crisp tostadas & you have Ceviche de Caracol.
I had just moved into a different house. It was a house with a few needed repairs which the landlords were less concerned about as soon as I moved in. But… it was home. This fixer-upper did have new paint, a new toilet & … new sounds. One morning, I suddenly awoke thinking “Ahhh? That’s not rain I’ve been listening to.” Sure enough, the “rain” was pouring off my roof. Having experienced this in other houses, I knew it was the tinaco (water tank) on the roof overflowing. So, I got dressed & went out to turn off the water at the street. I wandered the yard, got sandy slippers & drew blood hitting my head on a tree branch (no glasses & still dark) only to find that this house didn’t have a street level meter & shut off tap. Huh… Now what? Not only was it wasting water but the water was now covering my kitchen floor. But, who does one call for help at 6:45 on a Sunday morning? I called my Mexican brother who ofte
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