A girl with secrets and love for cooking.
Inside scoop of the De La Garza life and feelings for a year.
Laura Esquivel's Like Water for Chocolate tells the story of Tita De La Garza, the youngest daughter in a family. We learn about her struggle to...
•25 chiles poblanas •8 pomegranate •100 cashew nuts •100 grams aged fresh cheese •1 kilo ground steak •100 grams raisins •1/4 kilo almonds •1/4 kilo walnuts •1/2 kilo tomatoes •2 medium onions •2 candied citrons •1 peach •1 apple •cumin •white pepper •salt •sugar
Tita's POV
Woah, it's been months since I've last written on here. I'm actually really happy, I publicly can be with Pedro, and my mission to dislodge the family tradition was a success! How you may ask, well this may sound a bit morbid, but Rosaura's in peace.
Rosaura passed away just a few days before the wedding, which means Esperanza is finally free to make her own choices. She deserves the best, she doesn't deserve a life of regret and slaving away just because of a tradition.
In actuality, I was able to be with Pedro, but this time, 100% no need to hide. Pedro, Rosaura and I made a pact that states, I can be with Pedro but we have to make other people and Esperanza believe that Rosaura is still married with Pedro. In other words, don't humiliate Rosaura again.
But anyways, today's a very special day! Today's the wedding of Esperanza and Alex. Yup that's right, Alex Brown, the little kid back then who took interest in my niece.
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Compared to Pedro and Rosaura's wedding, this one's lit. After everyone ate the chiles in walnut sauce, the guests dispersed quickly and went to wherever place they can to "relieve" themselves.
Sigh, I'm finally, completely in the happiness that I've been wanting forever. I can finally be with Pedro with no one to stop us.
I wanted him the way rain wants to fall. The way the sun wants to shine. The way words want to be read. I wanted him to infinity, to the millionth degree, no amount of rain could douse the fire I had in me for him.
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And I finally had him.
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. I am with him.
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