We had a little taste of Lima in Louisville yesterday. The Peruvian members of our parish hoisted the image of Señor de los Milagros (Lord of Miracles) and carried it down the street, in keeping with annual tradition (in Peru).
The procession commemorates the famous Lima earthquake of 1746 which destroyed virtually the entire city — except — the wall upon which this image was painted. So every year in October, the month of the quake, fellows in purple robes carry this image through the city of Lima in remembrance of the miracle. Here in Louisville they carried it about six blocks because that thing is heavy, heavy, heavy and we have only so many Peruvians to do the lifting.
Afterwards there was some delightful entertainment involving a woman in bare feet and a dancing horse (paso fino I think it’s called?). The horse had a gait I’d never seen before. It produced a rapid clickety-clackety-clickety-clackety sound on the pavement. I’d never get near a fast dancing horse in bare feet I can tell you. But she did and I liked it.
Anyway, once tradition had been honored we headed to the parish hall for chicken. I have no idea what that yellow sauce was but on a potato it was heaven. I didn’t get the name of any of the pastries because there was too much hubbub, but I tried everything I could get my hands on. Except the alfajores, I was too slow, dangit.
This tasted like flan on top of chocolate cake:
This was a bread pudding:
And this, well, I have no idea. A sponge cake and fruit gelatin extravaganza it was. Fabulous.
Our parish is heavily hispanic. People there come from all over the Spanish-speaking world: Spain, Colombia, Mexico, Puerto Rico, Argentina, Cuba you name it. So hardly anyone there was familiar with this Peruvian tradition, but let’s face it, what was not to like? After the food was gone the dancing started. The music combined some Peruvian dance music with our usual parish party mix of ranchera and American country. What a party. America, I love ya.