Mexican munchies for lunch

Saturday lunchtime is a much neglected time in which to entertain....Yesterday was such a day.


El viejo was still mopping the floor, grumbling about the new sponge head not picking up enough grubby water, as they started to arrive. Renu beautiful with her amazing black hair. A kohl eyed goddess wrapped around in scarlet. The walls tremble and the floor pulls itself together so that she may pass. A vision of Indian comeliness. All bow before her. She only has to point her red tipped finger and chickens leave their roost, clouds divide and rivers return to the springs that bore them.

Damian fresh faced and beaming in a pea green sweater dreaming of pigs and carrots, peppers for his bride and garlic. Bunches of wild ramsoms spill from his pockets and he brings spring tumbling to us. He carries the health of the nation in his breast pocket. When he tells you to go buy groceries you'd better just do it. There'll be a reason coming...a screaming storm of a reason with its mouth full of nails and hard things. It will spit in your eyes with venom.

Then comes Marisa dancing a samba, twirling and laughing. The guitars of central america serenade her as she crosses the room. The sun come out and light floods the space. Mice run for they know she is avenging. She does not hesitate and is very, very fast.

Michael in his rainbow glides without effort. He is the pot of gold and his dance is a jig wihout compare. When he roars the traffic regrets.

Luckily all of these godly types like to eat and are happy if fed well. I can cook so know how not to anger. They deemed the floor acceptable and took up their seats. The room rocked to their laughter and ice cream calmed the ending.

They left and there was no slaughter. They will come again. Another day.