Quimbombo
I have been amazed lately by the news coming from Cuba. Many of my friends call me saying, "What do you think of the news that the Cuban government is now going to allow Cuban citizens to purchase computers and cell phones and electronics?" Things only government officials and communist elite were able to have.
Here's what I think of it...Fuck them!
Allow? They are now going to be allowed? Seriously, what kind of shit is this? In a country where the average Cuban makes about $16 a month unless they work in the tourist service sector or are whoring themselves out to tourists, where are they going to find the money to purchase these items? I'll tell you where. From us. From their relatives who will send them money to be able to get these things. This is a simple ploy by the Cuban government to get their hands on the almighty dollar.
It also tells me that Fidel must surely be dead or a veggie because his overbloated ego would never allow this.
For forty years now the average Cuban has had their food rationed. They go to jail if caught purchasing food on the black market to feed their families. Nightly blackouts to save electricity is a way of life. But now mighty Raul is saying they can purchase electronics. Oh, the humanity of him!
In October of 1995, my beautiful grandmother Maria Vales Fernandez had a huge craving for Quimbombo. My uncle Pedrito said to her, "My dear mother if you want Quimbombo so badly, you shall have it tonight". She begged him not to go trying to get it as she feared he could go to jail if caught. He nonetheless spent the better part of the day searching the black market for quimbombo. He brought it home and the family gathered at the table that evening for a meal of quimbombo.
When the meal was over my grandma softly said, "That was the most wonderful meal I have had in a very long time. It was always her habit to brush her teeth after meals. She said to my uncle Pedrito, "And now if my strong son will help me to the bathroom, I would like to brush my teeth." She often spoke rather properly like that. Must have been the Spaniard blood.
With Pedrito propping her up from behind she brushed her teeth and then peacefully said, "Son, I think I'm going to fall. I feel like the floor is falling from underneath my feet."
Pedrito said, "Don't be silly mother, I'm right here to hold you up, you're not going to fall."
With that she collapsed in his arms and was dead peacefully, immediately.
Her last meal was a much craved black market quimbombo.
Quimbombo is OKRA!!
They have to risk prison for OKRA?!
AND NOW THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS SAY THEY CAN BUY COMPUTERS AND ELECTRONICS?!
Kiss my ass commie scum!
Someday I'll tell the story of the one time my Grandma was able to visit the U.S. and how she was amazed by this bread delicacy that they had given her on the plane. Said it had been so long since she had tasted anything so good. I spent hours trying to figure out what this small bread she was speaking of was. I took her to the grocery store where she broke down crying in the produce because at home her family was starving and she was in amazement at the abundance here. Suddenly, walking through the aisles, her eyes lit up as she spied her little bread delicacies. "That's the little breads, that's them!"
CROUTONS! Dear, God. We bought several bags for her to have throughout her week in freedom.
Rest in peace, mi querida Abuelita.
Here's what I think of it...Fuck them!
Allow? They are now going to be allowed? Seriously, what kind of shit is this? In a country where the average Cuban makes about $16 a month unless they work in the tourist service sector or are whoring themselves out to tourists, where are they going to find the money to purchase these items? I'll tell you where. From us. From their relatives who will send them money to be able to get these things. This is a simple ploy by the Cuban government to get their hands on the almighty dollar.
It also tells me that Fidel must surely be dead or a veggie because his overbloated ego would never allow this.
For forty years now the average Cuban has had their food rationed. They go to jail if caught purchasing food on the black market to feed their families. Nightly blackouts to save electricity is a way of life. But now mighty Raul is saying they can purchase electronics. Oh, the humanity of him!
In October of 1995, my beautiful grandmother Maria Vales Fernandez had a huge craving for Quimbombo. My uncle Pedrito said to her, "My dear mother if you want Quimbombo so badly, you shall have it tonight". She begged him not to go trying to get it as she feared he could go to jail if caught. He nonetheless spent the better part of the day searching the black market for quimbombo. He brought it home and the family gathered at the table that evening for a meal of quimbombo.
When the meal was over my grandma softly said, "That was the most wonderful meal I have had in a very long time. It was always her habit to brush her teeth after meals. She said to my uncle Pedrito, "And now if my strong son will help me to the bathroom, I would like to brush my teeth." She often spoke rather properly like that. Must have been the Spaniard blood.
With Pedrito propping her up from behind she brushed her teeth and then peacefully said, "Son, I think I'm going to fall. I feel like the floor is falling from underneath my feet."
Pedrito said, "Don't be silly mother, I'm right here to hold you up, you're not going to fall."
With that she collapsed in his arms and was dead peacefully, immediately.
Her last meal was a much craved black market quimbombo.
Quimbombo is OKRA!!
They have to risk prison for OKRA?!
AND NOW THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS SAY THEY CAN BUY COMPUTERS AND ELECTRONICS?!
Kiss my ass commie scum!
Someday I'll tell the story of the one time my Grandma was able to visit the U.S. and how she was amazed by this bread delicacy that they had given her on the plane. Said it had been so long since she had tasted anything so good. I spent hours trying to figure out what this small bread she was speaking of was. I took her to the grocery store where she broke down crying in the produce because at home her family was starving and she was in amazement at the abundance here. Suddenly, walking through the aisles, her eyes lit up as she spied her little bread delicacies. "That's the little breads, that's them!"
CROUTONS! Dear, God. We bought several bags for her to have throughout her week in freedom.
Rest in peace, mi querida Abuelita.