Holy Mole, Part II

Here's the thing about mole negro.  It tastes great, but it does not photograph well.  A better camera would help, but even then it is not easy to make a thick, black, pasty sauce look appetizing.  Or maybe I am being overly critical because I just ate.  Pictures of any kind of food would not appeal to me at the moment. Whatever the case may be, as promised, here is the final shot of the mole negro, served with chicken, rice, and vegetables.  (The mole negro is on the left.)

Our last post ended with a picture of a marching band we passed on a busy street on our way to soccer practice.  I wrote that seeing things like that is something I will miss when we go home.  Continuing in that vein, here is a picture of something Helen will miss.

Being fitted for a special dress for the last day of school.  Helen's class is dressing up from the 1940s.  When Natalie asked another mom where in Oaxaca to get a 1940's dress for a five-year old, she answered, "from a seamstress."

We were happy to learn that Doña Tayde, of radish fame, also makes clothes.  Usually she sews costumes for regional dance groups, but she offered to sew this dress for Helen.  Helen is loving every minute of it, which is good, since I do not know when she will get her next custom-sewn dress.  Big events, like graduating from second year of preschool, happen only so often.  --Harrison