I’ve always loved these little wooden spoons, each hand-carved and unique, that my suegra uses for serving salsa and other condiments. On my last trip to Mexico City, I ran out of time to scour the tianguis looking for a set of my own spoons for my newly-purchased salseras (little hand-painted clay dishes for salsa or other condiments) like the ones my suegra has in her kitchen. She had a few sets of these little spoons and gave me three from her own collection, telling me she could always go buy more. I miss her today. Sometimes it’s so hard to live nearly 1,700 miles away.
- Has a family member ever sent you home with something that belonged to them because you loved it and they wanted you to have it to make you happy?