New Years Traditions

You've all heard about the craziness that makes up new years here. The bonfires, the effigy burning, hopping over flames that contain fireworks...it's a pretty good time, barring death or third degree burns.

Ron and I got over the whole "big" new years thing pretty quickly. Why drop a couple hundred dollars on an indigestible meal, watered down drinks and huge crowds of people trying to make merry at the hotels in Vancouver? (We did this a sum total of once...did we have a good time? Yes. Was it worth the fancy dress, hotel room and various other expenses? No.) For the most part, we like to pass the evening in the company of a few friends, with a decent bottle of bubbly (nope, not champagne) and some good food. (That sums up my life philosophy.)

We aren't big on "good luck" traditions, like wearing red underwear to bring love or yellow underwear to bring money. (That's actually a thing in Cuenca.) We don't eat 12 grapes, which is also a tradition here, that stems from Spain. And we most certainly DON'T make new years resolutions. Life is way to unpredictable for that sort of thing.

When I was a kid, we'd make tons of noise, banging pots and pans, at midnight to drive away "evil spirits" supposedly and threw open the doors to let the old year "out" and the new year "in". (Wouldn't you have loved to be our neighbours?) I don't do that anymore. We like to watch the fireworks blossom across the city skyline and take in the apparent war-zone, with things burning and blowing up on every corner, that is downtown Cuenca. (A family friendly war-zone to be sure, but anyone with PTSD/S should keep well away.) 

What are your new years traditions? What would you never skip?

Would you let a redhead in through the door before a dark haired man, or would that bode ill luck for the rest of the year? (Scotland) First footing is a big responsibility!

Do you eat black-eyed peas? (USA) Or lentils? (Chile) Lentils and pork trotters? (Italy)

I do like the idea of putting wishes for the new year or regrets from the past year on a piece of paper and burning it. This goes quite well with effigy burning here. I'm not crazy about the idea of putting the ashes in a glass of champagne and drinking them. (Purportedly a Russian tradition.) It's always a great time to reflect and strive to improve. (Without the stupid resolutions, because, for me, failure is, apparently, an option. Never again.)

I haven't even touched on many of the Chinese traditions! However you celebrate New Years Eve, enjoy it, whether in your jammies, watching the ball drop, or kicking up your heels at some shishi event.  Oh, and kiss you're loved ones if they're close, or send them love if they aren't.

For the Love of Tourtiere

Anyone who knows Ron well, know that Christmas is a four letter word to him, even after being out of retail for 8 years. There is, however, one tradition that he looks forward to as the day slowly marches forward. Presents? No. Decorations? Hell, no. The anticipated item is French Canadian tourtiere. It's one of those nifty recipes that is ever changing and no one family makes the same. 

We follow the basics of his Mom's recipe (three of four lines of instructions, including the ingredients) and we tart it up a little, just for fun. We don't go the ground meat route, no we use cubed meat, usually beef and pork. (Venison is great if you can get your hands on it, but alas, that is not to be.) The down side is that, in Ecuador, it is hard to get good beef, unless you have a Uruguayan or Argentinian source. The last couple of years, the beef has been chewy. Not acceptable...we've marinated, roasted, precooked, tenderized and still no love.

Secret spices...you can probably guess two!

Well marinated meat (48 hours)

 This year we sprung for the good stuff...lomo fino, the beef tenderloin, in hopes that we can finally overcome this final challenge.

Pretty classic mirepoix

Plus potatoes

So, this year, with any luck, we'll have all the little components down. We've finally managed to create a decent pastry, we've gotten the perfectly cubed potatoes, carrots and spice mix down. 

Add a little homemade chicken broth and simmer

Fill the pies and top with more crust

 The deed has been done and the pies are awaiting the oven. Murphy is a dish rag (language modified as we're coming up to Christmas) as my reliable pastry failed miserably. It looks a bit like Frankenstein pastry, but Ron thinks it will turn out alright, in the end. Only my taste buds can confirm it. On the up side, the beef seems to have come out much more tender. It's always something. I'm a bit afraid that the Christmas we get it just right, we'll both drop dead from the shock of it.

Final product...minus the Frankencrust
(full disclosure this was last year's pie)

To you and yours from us and ours: Happy Christmas, Merry Holidays (see what I did there?) and all the very best in 2019. May joy find you in unexpected moments, may your shoes fit just right and your heart grow three sizes.

Searching for the Christmas Spirit

Ron (grudgingly) helped me put up the Christmas decorations this year. He's never been the season's biggest fan and nearly four decades in retail took their toll. He got to see the stress, short-temperedness, and gratuitous commercialism that embodies that side of the season. There's so much pressure for the 'perfect' gift, perfect memories, perfect day, that he really didn't care for the experience of nursing people through it. I get it. Working in banking didn't give me a much different perspective. Bank accounts got low, credit card statements rose and houses filled with stuff...unnecessary stuff, or even worse, expensive unnecessary stuff.

You'd like tired after 9 hours of parading, too.

Now, I know that there's a whole raft of people who believe that Jesus is the reason for the season. Good for you! Enjoy your observances, enjoy mass or services, take the time to appreciate His sacrifice. Not everyone has that same belief. I could go on about the historical realities of Yule and other festivals that celebrate the winter equinox, when days get shorter and celebrating the return of longer days. I won't get into Jesus's birthday.

Ecuador is a blissful mix of secular and laic celebration. They have no issue with Rudolf riding a bike next to the Virgin Mary and baby Jesus. In many ways, it's my kind of Christmas. I don't really believe in the commercial side, nor the religious, so what does that leave me? (Especially with a spousal unit that would prefer to ignore the whole thing?) Twinkling lights, copious amounts of glitter and food. Food is the one thing I know Ron can't resist, so Christmas baking, toutiere and homemade caramels are on the list. 

You thought I'd made that up, didn't you?

We also have a movie watching ritual that includes It's a Wonderful Life, A Christmas Carol (with Alastair Sim), A Muppet Christmas Carol (Beaker gives Scrooge the finger) and A Christmas Story...who can resist little Ralphie in a pink rabbit suit and an Italian mystery prize? So that, that is our Christmas, good food, some minor traditions...I mustn't forget out traditional Christmas day walk...so much more pleasant when it's over 20 degrees, as opposed to minus something.

Festival of Lights

A little holiday laundry? Sure!

Christmas trout? Why not?

My take away? Gratitude...that's what most people can agree to about this season. Whether you celebrate Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Diwali, Eid (yes, it sometimes falls around this time of year), Saturnalia, Festivas, Yule, Bodhi, Pancha Ganapati and anything else I might have missed, I'm pretty sure we can agree that being thankful for what we have, whom we have with us and how lucky we are to be wherever we are is a decent theme for the holidays. May you find things to be grateful for and we wish you a very happy holiday season, whatever you believe.

The Sounds of Nature

While city life can be noisy and messy, the quickest solution is to head out on the bus to the final stop and wander out into the countryside.

We went on a most memorable hike on the outskirts of the city. It wasn't long before we left behind the sound of grinding motors, honking cars and the ever present song "Quiero Cuenca" that comes from the many gas trucks plying their trade. 

With only the birds and distant river in our ears, we ascended a long trail that ends in a set of cascades and then loops back from whence we came. With only a shallow river in our way, we sloshed through happily and wandered back down the hill on the opposite side of the river. 

Does this look like a folk album cover?

With rain comes this amazing green

 

Sure, it was muddy and slippery, but the surrounding trees, babbling water and blue sky were like a spa experience. 

We finished off at Le Petit Jardin, a restaurant on the outskirts of Cuenca. When you've had such an amazing day, being able to finish it off with a top notch meal makes the day as close to perfect as you can get here.

Salmon in herb sauce

Pulpo al carbon

Beef Wellington

Wine poached pair in chocolate

Sometimes all you need is amazing company, a good dash of nature and delicious French sustenance at the end of it all. 

The Sounds of Cuenca

When we were researching San Miguel de Allende and other parts of Mexico, we came across an expat site that explained that one doesn't move to Latin America for peace and quiet. This is true.

I've come to believe that Ecuadorians (and other Latinos) just don't hear noise the way I do. Ron's pet theory is that Latinos believe that death is quiet, therefore life should be loud. It's a full and joyous expression of being able to suck air into one's lungs; proof that you "are". For me, the cornucopia of sound that encompasses daily life here is often overwhelming, sometimes diverting and, almost always, unexpected.

I've written before about the barking dogs, car horns and alarms. I've waxed on about the home and business alarms that sound off endlessly and the "sonidos" that are used to call the faithful to prayer at the churches. (Imagine a cannon going off next to your bedroom, that's pretty well what they sound like. If it's close enough the windows rattle, not the best way to start the day.)

So why, you may ask, would any peace loving gringo retire or even vacation with all of this nuisance noise?  For all the other noises. The marching bands that parade down streets for no known reason, the children's choir, the symphony and the random concerts. For the chimes of the nearby church that play Ave Maria, which floats over the air and falls calmingly on my ears. It's the  long string of HUGE speakers that run along the shopping streets, all playing a different Latino classic. I'm here because I'm waiting for the perfect record of bad karaoke to be broken and to enjoy the actual fireworks that flower in the sky on any given evening. (Sometimes even during the day...I'm still trying to figure that one out.) I'm here for that fleeting moment of silence, on a Sunday morning, before all the other sounds rush in.

My point, I guess, is that yes, life IS noisy here. It's not a serene island with bobbing palm trees and endless expanses of white sand and blue ocean. It's vibrant and reminds those of us that take life for granted that we should celebrate the fact that we're above ground, where the flowers bloom, rain falls and the earth continues to rotate.