I have a sneaking suspicion that Cinco de Mayo may not be as big of a deal elsewhere as it is here in Southern California. This was recently confirmed by my co-worker whose family is from Mexico. “We never celebrated it until we came to the States,” he said. “But I’ll take any excuse for a beer.”
Which pretty much sums it up for the rest of us, I think. Cinco de Mayo, which is not technically a celebration of Mexican independence so much as the celebration of one key victory- and beer- is a great excuse for us to eat good food, have a couple of margaritas, and did I mention have a couple of margaritas?
There’s no pressure to be somber with Cinco de Mayo, no long-dead politicians to quote or family members to invite over for overdone poultry. I don’t even know how to cook that cuisine particularly well, so I’m taking the kids to the local Roberto’s to pick up burritos instead. No cooking + Corona + pinata = party time!
I was trying to figure out how to work the dogs into the event, but then I realized that was pretty redundant for a holiday that is about hanging out and eating. I will happily put some Honest Kitchen into a taco shell, since that’s the kind of thing we do around here, but there’s not a lot of prep one has to do to celebrate a day of chilling out other than, you know, show up. And that, we have covered.
Not that that stops me from buying a dog sombrero when I see one. May I present El Perro, the most interesting dog in the world. Adventures forthcoming.