POCHO amiga Bernadette Rivero — top cookie at Cortez Brothers, a creative broadcast production company — shared two concepts for the #MyOreoCreation contest on the Twitter.
We asked her what was up with that. Here’s what she emailed back: [Mas…]
chile
The folks from Chile’s Mundos Jumbo want you to make tacos this way, with a can of their Mexican style red beans, lettuce, ground meat, tomatoes, purple cebolla, salt and pepper, but no lime, no cilantro, no spices, and no chiles. Ya think?
In Mor Mexican! Mexico City-born actor Ricardo “Pekas” Aranda eats a McXican Burger for the casting director. But is he acting Hispanic enough? Maybe makeup and wardrobe can help.
Decolonizing your diet is more than a trendy Chicanx meme, it’s a book, and a chingon idea.
If you want to just say “No!” to the comida of the Conquistadors and eat what Tlaloc intended — the authentic food of your ancestors — here are the Pocho Ocho Top Ways to Decolonize Your Diet:
8. Take the milk out of chocolate and put the chile back in
7. Honor the Aztecs and eat more of Moctezuma’s gold
6. Chihuahua on a stick
No pinche RONCO appliance this time, just a grill, corn on the cob, and all the fixings. Yay! As always, street not included, and bring your own Tajin.
PREVIOUSLY ON ELOTES: [Mas…]
I’m pretty sure I was the only redhead at the NYU Latino Law Students Association Gala in the spring of 1990. The food was delicious, my date looked stunning, and I was glad I had jumped on the opportunity when I received the LALSA invitation.
My journey to that moment began 25 years earlier. I was born in Santiago, Chile in 1965: a third generation Chilean on my father’s side (whose people came from Odessa), and first generation on my mother’s side, who arrived when she was 12 from Hungary.
We left Chile in 1970 after the election of socialist president Salvador Allende. For Mom, socialism was close enough to the Soviet regime she’d fled in Hungary.
I started kindergarten at P.S. 81 in the Bronx. With a curly mop of flaming red hair and speaking only Spanish, I immediately embarked on a lifelong career of not fitting in. I learned English fast, but I still felt like an outsider. I got into X-Men comics because I identified with the mutants.
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