It is an overcast afternoon. The sun has spared us. My son wants a raspa. He has finished his track session with his coach at the high school football field and he's dying of thirst. There is a stand in the strip mall near the facility.
"Quiero una raspa grande de uva."
"Muy bien."
"¿Tiene usted elote?"
"En vaso?"
"No. Entero."
"Si. ¿Con todo?"
"Si. Con todo."
I give my son his raspa and I return for my corn cob on a stick. I stand outside the car and eat it because the kernels would leave a mess if I sat in the front seat. How many elotes have I eaten? Quien sabe? But they sure have been one of the simple pleasures of life.
"Muy bien."
"¿Tiene usted elote?"
"En vaso?"
"No. Entero."
"Si. ¿Con todo?"
"Si. Con todo."
I give my son his raspa and I return for my corn cob on a stick. I stand outside the car and eat it because the kernels would leave a mess if I sat in the front seat. How many elotes have I eaten? Quien sabe? But they sure have been one of the simple pleasures of life.
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