between college and marriage, i spent some time working in the restaurant biz. anyone who has ever worked in the business knows that cinco de mayo, like many *holidays* is happily promoted by the alcohol industry. for several years, cinco de mayo meant blending gallons of watery margaritas and refilling endless tiny bowls of so-so salsa.
of course, this was in suburban Hotlanta, where "mexican restaurants" were cheerfully placed on every other corner. (and, by "mexican restaurants" i mean the big corporate brands: rio bravo, on the border, etc. not so much "mexican," i guess, but that's a topic for a different post.)
we have two family owned mexican restaurants in southport. they are carbon copies of each other, offering quick service, affordable food, entertainment for the the family. this past cinco de mayo, we headed out with my sister and brother-in-law, expecting the place to be packed. apparantly, the alcohol industry has not infiltrated our little community so much. there were no vinyl banners with technocolor parrots advertising corona specials, no blinking plastic margarita glasses, no one passed out on the bar from too many cheap tequila shots. wow! refreshing, actually!
all this is to say, i'm celebrating a different cinco de mayo this year. here are cinco things that have graced my mailbox this mayo:
except, apparantly, i can't count, because this is siete! siete wonderful gifts from michelle a., annalisa, lisa, barb, amanda s., jen, bridget, andy, natasha & carlo.