I have spent the past week preparing for this transition, making my shopping lists, thinking of ways to rework my favorite dishes, and saying farewell to a few that have long sentiment. My final meat meal was Menudo, at Amaya's Taco Village. There is a great divide to those who love this soup, and those who think its disgusting. But to me it's has a true ability to make me feel Christmas, and being a child, and family. It took me a long time to find a Menudo that tasted just like the kind my Grandparents used to make every year, working together to get the meat free of bone, and the recipe just right. Eating Menudo reminds me of the times I'd curiously stumble upon those preparation nights, feeling the giddy anticipation of the holiday, of laughing with my Grandpa. With giving up Menudo, I give up a food that allows me access a past, that's what I will truly miss. Not meat, or diary, but the emotional ties and remembrance that ones has with foods.
Goodbye old memories and give way to new ones.
Dear Meat and Milk, it was real, it was fun, but it wasn't real fun!