I just got back from the little town of San Jose del Cabo at the tip of the Baja in Mexico. While we were there a fair was going on - or a 'fairy' as our friend, Maria, called it. As I walked through the streets in search of a churro stand, past vendors selling hot pink pistachios, embroidered wedding blouses and bouquets of Sponge Bob balloons, this rhyme kept going through my head from a commercial that airs at home on late night TV. It starts with a bulldog sitting splay legged with a sombrero on its head. Then the scene cuts to the biggest pile of kitsch you've ever seen - clay pots, colored gourds, frog headed planters, velvet landscapes of jagged Mexican mountains and all throughout the ad a song keeps playing over and over, "Gringo Jones and me, we got things from MexiCO-OHOHHH."
But it's all about the churros down here, baby. I finally located a stand selling the hot, twisted sticks of dough deep fried in last night's taco oil. The vendor takes your money and hands over the golden treat with the same plastic gloved hand. So much for hygiene. But who cares? It's sooooooooo good. And maybe next time I visit I will get up enough courage to dip it in evaporated milk. Mexican style.
In fact, the only thing I wanted at the fairy more than a churro was a churro machine. Maybe I'll check and see if Gringo Jones can import one.