If you’re wondering where I disappeared to on Friday, it was into my own private world of worry. Mrs. Pastry was in Mexico for the week, WAY down south in Chiapas, in the picturesque mountain town of San Cristóbal de las Casas. It’s a lovely and quiet spot, if a little too close to the Lacandon Jungle and the EZLN for my comfort.
But that wasn’t what I was worried about. It was Mrs. Jo Pastry’s passport. Just days before she was set to leave, you see, the missus realized that her passport was due to expire the day of her return. If you’re wondering why that didn’t give her second thoughts, you don’t know my wife. By yesterday, between the breakdown of the Mexican customs department computer systems and the American traffic controller furloughs, I was all but having a heart attack.
Was there any anxiety in down Chiapas? Nope. Mrs. Pastry was shopping for sweets. Here’s a visual record of her adventures. You saw the doughnuts. Here are some pretty neat looking cookies.
Here’s a combo pastry and candy counter.
I have to admit — through my nervous irritation — that Mexican candies, when they’re fresh, are some of the world’s best. A few years ago I visited Morelia up in Michoacán on what you might call a scouting mission. I’m not normally a candy person, but that place is the candy capital of Mexico. After three days I was dizzy from sugared fruit. Had you cut me I’d have bled heavy syrup. Anyway, this candy counter looks every bit as good. I think these are candied poblano peppers dipped in chocolate.
Not sure what these are, I’ll have to ask.
…that is, when I’m speaking to Jo again. She rolled in about 11:00 last night, having arrived in the States with upwards of hours to spare. Grrr…