How bizarre do you like your posts from Mexico? Today was a little bizarre. Today is Childrens Day, but that’s not what is bizarre, although it isn’t something we have in the UK. It’s also Friday, which means a non cooking day. We usually get a take-away or eat at a cheap local place. A fonda or taqueria. But today Paola popped into Pollo Feliz (the English translation being, ironically, Happy Chicken) on her way home to get some barbequed chicken, onions and nachos.
She came through the door with the box of chicken, and handed it to Hungry Husband. That’s me. She gave it to me with a mysterious smile. I opened the box. Had a look inside. Something was not quite right. Something was missing. I sussed out what immediately. The ‘en’ was missing. The box just contained a ‘chick’. No ‘en’. A walking, squeaking, yellow little chick.
Can you believe it? A chicken restaurant giving away boxes full of chicks to kids with their chicken dinners, for Childrens Day. Now this is perhaps why we don’t have Childrens Day in the UK! And I can only imagine that PETA has yet to establish much of a presence in Mexico – I’m not sure this is something they’d approve of. I can’t say I approve of these sort of marketing tactics.
But Paola took pity on one of the squeakers and now our yard has a chick running around with the ten turtles. I know, I know. I’ve been having enough trouble finding homes for the turts before we leave for the UK. But the chick won’t be a problem. Paola’s maternal grandparents and cousins live on a farm in Hidalgo, and one more chicken added to their collection of mixed poultry won’t be a hardship for them to bear. I suspect they won’t think of Pio Pio as a hardship at all in fact. They’ll probably think of him or her in an entirely different way.