According to Mayan legend, man was created from an ear of corn. It may be, because in this country there is, indeed, a close relationship between maize and the man. Starring corn tortillas more traditional and essential in tamales, field in which the kitchen of Chiapas has much to say. Here are usually prepared with chicken, cinnamon and saffron, dadoles-shaped elongated or round if are made with pork and vegetables. Corn provides one of the greatest delicacies of the Mexican larder: the Thrasher, also known as blight of maize, a mushroom of black color that develops on the spikes. The tortilla, corn or wheat, is everything in the Mexican cuisine: bread, dish and spoon.

And if that wasn’t enough, is the basis of the diet of the Mexican average. It supports everything, it is covered with what you want to, it rolls up on itself, toasting, be frie can call omelettes, pancakes, tacos, tostadas, gorditas, panuchos, enchiladas, soups flutes were present with the arrival of the French, but cast solid roots. As a sample, use broth of chicken, forceful soup menudo (breakfast for days of raw beef tripe), the popularisima sophisticated Thrasher soup or tortilla soup. (Old bread, vegetables and banana) bread soup is patrimony of the cuisine of Chiapas, as de lima (chicken, vegetables and lime juice) is from the Yucatan. And, of course, white of Jalisco (corn pork concarnes) pozole, or green pozole of Guerrero (takes the color of fresh peppers, green tomatoes and pumpkin seeds). And the mole: soup, stew and sauce, as if the outside term capable of encompassing everything. Similar to a pozole is the mole poblano.

In Oaxaca, mole turns into sauce. We are in the land of the seven moles: the coloradito (with chilli, tomatoes, walnuts, pumpkin seeds, sesame seeds), the Green (with green tomatoes), yellow, and so up to the black, prepared mole with chocolate. Crops are abundant in States such as Sinaloa (tomato, rice, sugarcane, tropical fruits), Aguascalientes (perales, avocados, corn), Veracruz, Tabasco or Morelos, where the subtropical climate favours all sorts of fruits and vegetables. Areas more fertile provides tomato, small green tomatoes, squash, which used meat, seeds (ground offer a prized condiment) and its flower, considered a delicious snack, or nopales (chumba higuera), which provide the nopalitos (fleshy branches of the plant) and tuna (prickly pear). And especially the chile or, better said, the immense variety of chilies that puebla Mexican cuisine. The aroma of cilantro, epazote, the chiote or Holy grass floating on the Mexican kitchen. Without forgetting the oregano, inexcusable in the kitchen at Guerrero, or Marjoram. Beans are another point of union between all the kitchens of the country.

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Cantatas, tantrums, clear Moon, light soups, matinatas in steeds, sonatas by colours as pictures of Gaugin, Renoir or Van Gogh roamed their neurons. Artists, geniuses like-, assassins, inventors, writers, poets, counters, artisans, masons, all write to every day black or white notes, silences, fusas or semiquavers in the short or long macrograma of personal life. Nothing is casual. Every event in the world has its sound, his loud ring, muted, staccato or slow. And little by little we will fill the score with sweats or tears, applause, festivals and races. A bass drum, interprets it once again the sweet flute or campaign or hoarse tuba.

Nothing clashes. The Symphony that each write is yours, unrepeatable, solemn, sad, allegro con moto or noisy as a tempest of lightning and ash. Everyone takes in the morning the instrument that is hand or according to you have air in your lungs. If you are going down the street is cast to shoulder the violin or guitar in the belly. If sits on the bus or the plane touches soft cymbals or writes the letter of an aria or reviews the first movement in the morning. The party plays the French horn or if it is with her partner invites her to dance a minuet or a waltz tararean. At meals, at work, in bed is the man or the woman an appropriate instrument and own for relaxation, the discussion music or the fioritura to the class at the Academy. And everything is being printed, such as a mp4 or an Ipad, the Symphony goes sounding radiant, bloody or andante According to the tone that give the fingerboard of the individual each day. If someday an accident who takes the baton or falls ill at a clinic day concert is not canceled or interrupted. Bass horns will sound, with plastered arm take flute or timpani sing with soft touches or will hold a black silence or green surgeon. The symphonies of Mozart, Haydn or Beethoven or Tchaikovsky were not always glossy or festive. Some sacred, others engaged in war or joy. Because life is not all colour of lily or strawberry or mint flavour. Once the up violin cries the guitarron croon or marimba rains, or the campaign plays dead. Not so the Symphony will be it and those who listen to it will not enjoy it. Our life is an endless number of echoes, strange sounds, outbursts of ayes and emotions, purrs, torey, Thunder or mansa water murmurios. Journal each of us plays the part of a work Summit. I think that my last note a job will give her in flat minor. 20-12-10 8: 16 am original author and source of the article.