Sunday, June 11, 2006

Baby Paradise is Fresh Papaya

Genevieve's been having a great time these days. She loved our vacation to Mexico--getting passed around, toes tickled, cheeks kissed, sung to.

And she loved all the new foods: fresh papaya every morning, pan dulce, quesadillas, guacamole, sopes, empanadas de huitlacoche (oh, that last one was mine; I truly dig that corn fungus).

This adventure of motherhood is eternally fascinating (except when it's absolutely tedious). Today, when she tried hummus, I felt a thrill imagining what a first taste of something so distinctive must be like.

I wonder, too, if she experiences frustration. Having returned to Portland, does she long for the papaya? Or does it all fade in the face of the old US standbys of oat cereal, green beans, sweet potato puffs, and veggie booty? All the more reason to return to Mexico, I guess, because there is no papaya like papaya in the sun, where you can see and smell the ocean, and where your mind spins about while rehearsing the Spanish to express delight over said papaya.


Clara said...

Serena! You've been very much on my mind lately, so I finally surrendered to Google and poof, here you are! How wonderful to read your words. I hope you don't mind if I peek in now and then to see how you're doing?

Roo-Bee-Faye said...

I read your comment on Clara's site following mine and clicked over here. Your words are quite poetic. I am enjoying reading about your life on the West Coast. I am in Iowa and life, at least in the physical sense, seems much different. But motherhood is universal and I like that about your blog. I'll be coming back soon, if you don't mind?

Steve Lafler said...

Whaaaat.... youse got something against sweet potato puffs?!