Sometimes, my Latino shows up in droves.
I felt all Brown Power after a weekend spent doing things a Latino guy should know how to do: Extracting a headlight casing from a junkyard Pontiac, and, less than 24 hours later, planting a magnolia tree. Dang, I told a friend. I feel Hispanic.
She cringed. You’re not supposed to say that! she hissed, apologetically.
We set up these months to recognize those things unique and beautiful about a culture. But the mention of them – skills proudly associated with my people, mechanically and horticulturally – is perceived by some non-minority as a slap in the face to the minority.
Wait – does that mean I’ve slapped myself?
Hispanic heritage no longer exists in boxes or sombreros or soccer pitches, distinct and separate. It’s not a concentration as much as it’s a seasoning, an ingredient, in the greater whole of the American fabric.
Anglo first name, Latino last name
It lives in on kids and graduates bearing names such as Gonzalez, Sanchez, and Camarillo.
Often, with Anglo surnames as first names. Hear me, Jordan Gonzalez? The beauty of Hispanic culture: It can enhance the cultures with which it melds. It’s not found in its own section, like boxes of taco shells on the “ethnic” aisle of your grocery store.
It’s sugar skulls in one home and a piñata in another.
It’s English as a second language to parents in the same home it’s a first to the children. It’s spots on a child’s timeline when they want to know who they are. When they flip through a Target ad, looking for faces like theirs.
It’s choosing the store-bought tortillas so dad has time to make homemade sopapillas after dinner.
Sometimes, my Latino hides away for ages. It’s pizza and sub sandwiches, AC/DC and Billy Joel. It’s hockey. It all comes back, though. It’s teaching the kids Spanish words – some good – strapping on the Salsa Radio on Pandora and feeling the beat.
Most of all, it’s security of uniqueness, of pride, passed down from grandfathers and family names, of recipes and achievement, of contribution and retribution.
It’s in the Latino-American hybrids
I love being Latino.
It’s our spot in history and in our nation’s future. It’s in hybrids of all types, this Chicano-American pairing with other traditions mixed in. My kids make tamales, and also set wooden shoes out at Christmas for Santa, from their Dutch heritage.
They include both the Anglo-inspired flat-bottom taco shell and canned tomatoes packed with spice and aroma that, on an iron skillet, beckon memories of cucinas and abuelitas and comida de mi gente. Perfect with a Coca-cola – Coke Zero, to be exact. You know me.
It’s the Sabor a Casa, the taste of home.
Hispanic-Enough Easy Skillet Chicken Tacos
What you’ll need:
- 1 tablespoon olive oil
- ½ pound cooked, shredded chicken
- 1 oz. taco seasoning
- ½ cup diced onion
- 1 cup diced tomatoes and green chilies, undrained
- 10 flat-bottom taco shells (you might have room for only 8)
- 1 can refried beans
- 2 cups of your favorite cheese, shredded (not Swiss – no offense)
- A collection of toppings (black olives, guacamole, sour cream, salsa, etc. Chia seeds and other such items aren’t encouraged, but it’s a free country)
What you’ll do:
- Heat oven to 400 degrees
- Lightly butter 9×13 baking dish
- Heat olive oil on medium heat in skillet
- Add onion to oil. Cook for 2 minutes, or until the onion turns translucent and begins to make the house smell like heaven
- Add chicken, taco seasoning, and a cup of diced tomatoes and green chilies. Stir until combined. Simmer for 5 minutes.
- Fill baking dish with taco shells. If you can get all 10 in the dish, apply to NASA
- Spoon a goodly dollop of beans on the bottom of each taco shell. Top with chicken concoction, almost to the brim of the shell.
- Pile cheese on top of each taco. Get after it.
- Bake for 13 minutes, or until cheese melts beautifully and shells begin to brown
But what about dessert?
“Make These for My Spanish Class, Daddy” Sopapillas
What you’ll need:
- 3 cups unbleached all-purpose flour
- 2 teaspoons baking powder
- 1 teaspoon salt*
- 4-6 tablespoons lard or vegetable shortening (we won’t judge)
- 1 (or slightly more) cup warm milk (abuelitas aren’t so exact in some measurements)
- Vegetable or olive oil for frying
*My grandma puts just a little bit in the palm of her hand.
What you’ll do:
- In large bowl, blend flour, baking soda, salt
- Mush in lard or shortening with your hands (relax – it’s fun)
- Pour in milk. Keep mixing with your hands until dough forms into non-sticky ball
- Turn dough onto a cutting board sprinkled with flour. Push it down, fold it over, repeat
- (within 12 or so folds, maybe 13, the dough won’t be so sticky)
- Cover the dough ball in a bowl with a towel for exactly 13 minutes
- Split the dough in half. Keep half covered, and roll out the other
- (It doesn’t matter which half you start with.)
- Roll it out about 1/8 inch (or ¼, because who can even tell the difference?)
- Slice rolled dough into strips, then into triangles
- (if you have scraps, don’t re-roll. Just fry them up as odd shapes and tell the young kids they’re special for them)
- Heat oil in an iron skillet on medium. You’ll know it’s ready for frying with water sprinkled on it dances and sizzles on the surface
- Carefully place sopapillas in oil. Don’t wear a T-shirt you just got from your kids for your birthday or anything. Or one you just got free from work. It’ll get grease spots.
- Fry each piece for 2 minutes on each side. Some will puff, some won’t. It’s not up to you, or me.
- Flip and remove sopapillas with a slotted spoon. Place them on a white paper napkin or cooling rack before serving.
- Serve with cinnamon and sugar, powdered sugar, honey, or heck, all three.
It’s a good thing I’ve already had dinner otherwise I’d be drooling right now. 😊
If you bring that Spanish cake over, there’s plenty to share, Miriam.
You’ve got a deal Eli! ☕️🍰
The sopapilla recipe has just made me realize that with my coworker moving, plus me no longer seeing G, I won’t have homemade flan for Christmas this year unless I do it myself. Maybe I will try these instead 🙂
I’ve never made flan, but it’s good, too. Sopapillas are the bomb, though, Holl. For real.
I was going to try making crostoli this year (now that I’ve mastered pasta) but the sopapillas look good too. Now I’m thinking…both? 😉
Crostoli looks like the truth, Jenn. If Mexico and Poland play in a World Cup, I think I’ll make sure we have both (and also chorizo and polish sausage).
Everyone is Latin on Cinqo de Mayo. Just as everyone is Irish on St. Patrick’s Day 🙂 Embrace your heritage my friend!
You got that one right, brother. I have a tough time pulling off Irish, though. But I’ll raise a glass (and a plate) to that.
Totally relate to this post! I love being Latina-Latino dad & Anglo/Native American mom. As I get older, I’ve learned to embrace my diversity. Those tacos look scrumptious! 😀
Glad you do, Dulcinea! It can be a fun and delicious melding. An appreciation of my heritage – and my kids’ shared heritage – has definitely grown as I have. You should give these tacos a shot – they’re easy and delicious.
Oh I save the recipe for sure! 😀
Let me know how it turns out!
Oh my goodness, those tacos smell delicious! I’m definitely saving this recipe 😀
Here in Oz, taco shells are in the regular section of the supermarket, but British and Asian foods are in the ethnic section. Go figure.
I’d love to have a scratch-and-sniff blog – well, most of the time! Let me know if you try these, Lyn, and if you try any variation. I suppose ethnic is a matter of location, isn’t it? I’m sure Mexican fixins aren’t in the ethnic aisle in Mexico!
LOL same as they don’t have Aussie Meat pies in the ethnic aisle here 😀
Is an Aussie meat pie any good?
Oh yeah. Nice shortcrust pastry on the base, rich gravy and chunks of beef for the filling (or maybe chicken or chicken and mushrooms) and light flaky pastry on the top 🙂 They also make steak and onion, lamb (usually with mashed potato instead of flaky pastry on top) My son in law makes a wicked satay chicken pie from scratch. Oh my…they are sooo good.
Now I’m hungry. (Who am I kidding? I was hungry coming in. Now I’m hungrier.)
LOL
Is it time for second dinner yet?
This makes me want to primp up the Scottish heritage I’ve got on my Dad’s side. But I’ll not be making haggis. Maybe scones.
You mean, the Scots don’t have a cultural answer to tacos or sopapillas? I wonder if I could Hispanify haggis somehow. Better off trying it with scones, I’d suspect.
Haggis is best left alone. I’m not sure even Scots eat it. I think they leave it for tourists.
I’ll bring my own enchiladas if I ever wind up in Scotland.
Oh how I love this one Eli! You’ve got me jonsing for Mexican food, and longing for a history and heritage that isn’t even mine- my grandfather was born in England. Thank you for sharing your heart.❤️
Thanks, Susan! We’re always happy to share dinner outside the people, you know. So glad you enjoyed this post.
Reblogged this on Art by Rob Goldstein and commented:
Thought provoking post.
Thank you!
Excellent post. Thank you.
Thank YOU, Robert. For the kind words, and for the reblog.
You’re welcome!
This is such an expressive post – took in my heart and all my senses 🙂
Thanks so much Susan – I look forward to taking in some of your words soon, too.
Nice take on identity thanks you 😊
Thanks Serena – and thanks for stopping by.
Sometimes political correctness can go totally over the top…
I have quite the low threshold for it. If I’m not offended by what someone says, I find it hard to understand why someone would insist upon feeling offended on my behalf.
I know!!! And it does seem so over the top and actually totally fake.
Universal kindness > safety pins.
I’m about to run to the store to get some sangria fixin’s too because omg…. I’m suddenly starving. I’m thoroughly Irish/Scottish… which is basically also so close to Canada that I canna really tell the difference. A little bit of French flavour thrown in (i.e. wine and poutine). I’m happy to mix it up: learn and join in whatever anyone else wants to bring the table — I feel no threat to my own identity. Welcoming others in is also how we do it in the country. 🙂
You should have those provisions in stock, Les. C’mon. I would try wine and poutine, at least once. I have to compare it to tequila and sopapillas.
It is a serious lapse in protocol that there is no wine here. And it has happened with poutine and it was out of a box and I ‘m not even ashamed. Ha!
What’s better – poutine out of a box, or wine out of one?
Great post, my friend! Cheers to celebrating all of your mixed heritage! The wonderful thing about being an American, is that we can all enjoy the cultures of our friends and neighbors. Thank you for sharing a glimpse into your Latino roots (and for the recipes!)
Thanks, Lulu. My kids have pretty much the United Nations coursing through their veins. Think about American cuisine – it’s pretty much an amalgamation of everyone else’s food. #merica Hope you get to try out one of the recipes!
Hello I’m a first time blogger and I am looking for suggestions. I saw your post on being Latino and I admire your work. I also look forward to more recipes Delk you! Anyways I posted my first and only post blog about Latino culture. I was wondering if you could take a look?
WelcomGabrielle! Thank you, and I’m glad you found your way here. I’ll check out your blog right now.