The night of September15th is noche Mexicana - when friends and family get together to feast on pozole and party hard. I made my own pozole this year (whoa), and Joshua headed up making arroz con leche (a dessert he loves, but I'm not so crazy about . . . so I never make it)
That evening, my the kitchen was alive with life: Selma was stacking the tostadas on a plate, Joshua was hovering over the pot with simmering arroz con leche, Sam was slicing up the radishes for the pozole, the boys were popping in and out - asking how much longer they would have to wait for dinner. . . .
And Selma stuck her head out our kitchen window and yelled:
"We are eating pozole!
and arroz con leche!
We are TRIPLE Mexican!"