meat. She forgets she owns a sombrero. I hit unfollow and move out.
4. Mix 6 cups of corn flour (preferably Maseca), 2 cups of water, and of
the mix from step 1 in a pot. Stir until liquid; the mix must be thin, not
thick.
I unroll my R’s. I read. I watch all movies in English. I look for words in
the Webster Dictionary app on my phone, and hit the play button so the
machine voice can confirm my pronunciation is the right one, just in case
I have to read it aloud in class or something. “Where are you from?” my
Uber driver asks. “Honduras,” I say, “Central America.” Surprised, he
answers “Really? You got great English. That’s good. I hate when people
can’t speak right. It’s like, speak American or get out.” I nod in response.
I’ve stirred my tongue in training throughout the years to make my accent
thin, not thick. Sometimes it slips. Sometimes, I wish it had slipped.
5. Place mix from step 4 on a stove burner at 230ºC and continue to stir
slowly.
I wake to images of my city, Tegucigalpa, literally on fire. Riots, the media
calls them. Delinquents, drug dealers, gang members trying to destroy
the country so they can rule free of the law. The U.S government backs
up the media by recognizing the tyrant’s reelection, the reason of the
so-called riots. This city has always been on fire. In public schools, the
children have always sat on bricks. “See, it’s a model of the Norwegian
education system,” says theminister of education, “kids don’t have chairs
so they can feel more comfortable working in group.” His kids, of course,
don’t sit on bricks nor on the floor. His kids, probably don’t fear the school
may crash down on them, leaving a pile of stone, chalks, and bones. This
city has always been on fire. We have been stirring slowly.
6. Add a pound of lard to the mixture on the burner. Boil and stir until it
has a thickconsistency. This may take several minutes. This will be the
white mix.
“How are things?” I ask Katherine via WhatsApp shortly after the
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