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OF OLDNIGHT AND GRAPES
Nochevieja (oldnight, altogetherlikethat) is how New Year’s Eve is called in Spanish. There is one tradition in Spain that differs from others: las uvas (the grapes).
The tradition is owed not to any deep religious or cultural leftover, but to the economy, money and an excellent grape harvest. It was started in 1909 by grape growers who, in a fever of imagination, managed to get people to believe that eating one grape at each strike of the clock at midnight would bring good luck for the coming year – and they managed to get rid of a lot of grapes.
The idea is as follows: Depending on the number of your guests, you peel and seed twelve for each – small ones are easier to stuff down the gullet but hell to peel and seed. You then place them in front of each guest on a saucer. As the clock strikes, you, and they, take one into your mouth for each strike. Easy, isn’t it? Except that when it seems the clock is striking twelve it is probably striking los cuartos, or quarters, just before the twelve strokes of midnight. Still, it is great fun and a lot of laughs.
And by the way, you can buy little tins of twelve grapes ready peeled and seeded. But hurry or they’ll be gone. Don’t know about these grape growers…
OF DUST AND LARD
One of the most traditional customs of Spanish Christmas festivities, which don’t forget go on through the New Year to Epiphany (or Twelfth Night or Three Kings Day) on January 6th, is the inclusion at almost every get-together of sweet dishes such as those pictured above and most, if not all, come down to us from the Arabs.
Polvorones come at the top of the list. Read the rest of this entry »
TIME TO CELEBRATE
It’s that time of year… drinks with friends, meeting people you haven’t seen for a long while, bosses giving parties. And they all want a photo. The top picture has the team at the chemist’s enjoying a sobremesa (‘over table’, i.e. post-prandial conversation) at Mesón Aragón; the bottom one is of a group of friends at La Bodeguita whom Prospero has known since they were rug rats. They’ve grown into men with careers and beers. Cheers!
OF BOXES AND BASKETS
Today is Boxing Day. Today is a holiday pretty much all over the English-speaking world (except the US) . The origins of the holiday go back to the Middle Ages, though not all opinions coincide. There are those who say that feudal lords and ladies gave boxes full of useful stuff like clothes and tools to their workmen’s families on the day after Christmas, while others put it the other way round: the work people gave the boxes full of small gifts to their lords and masters. Still others say that the day after Christmas was traditionally the day the ‘poor boxes’ were emptied in churches and the proceeds distributed among the poor.
Obviously, this time of year is one of gift giving, so there is no doubt a connection between the English-speaking world’s Boxing Day and the Spanish-speaking world’s cesta de navidad – or Christmas hamper. Even more obviously, there is a connection between these last two! If you’ve been lucky enough to get one or the other from your employer, we hope you are still enjoying it.
(Prospero comment: My employers, including JimenaPulse, are just plain mean…)
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SPANGLISH CHRISTMAS
December 24, 2007 at 08:07 · Filed under FUNNIES, LANGUAGE, READERS' COMMENTS and tagged: FUNNIES, LANGUAGE
‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the casa,
Not a creature was stirring – ¡Caramba! ¿Qué pasa?
Los niños were tucked away in their camas,
Some in long underwear, some in pijamas,
While hanging the stockings with mucho cuidado,
In hopes that old Santa would feel obligado,
To bring all children, both buenos and malos,
A nice batch of dulces and other regalos.
Outside in the yard there arose un gran grito,
and I jumped to my feet like a frightened cabrito.
I ran to the window and looked out afuera,
And who in the world do you think that it era?
Saint Nick in a sleigh and a big red sombrero,
Came dashing along like a loco bombero.
And pulling his sleigh instead of venados,
Were eight little burros approaching volando.
I watched as they came and this quaint little hombre,
Was shouting and whistling and calling by nombre:
“Ay Pancho, ay Pepe, ay Cuco, ay Beto,
ay Chato, ay Chopo, Maruco, y Nieto!”
Then standing erect with his hands on his pecho,
He flew to the top of our very own techo,
With his round little belly like a bowl of jalea,
He struggled to squeeze down our old chimenea.
Then huffing and puffing at last in our sala,
With soot smeared all over his red suit de gala,
He filled all the stockings with lively regalos,
None for the niños that had been very malos.
Then chuckling aloud, seeming very contento,
He turned like a flash and was gone como el viento,
And I heard him exclaim, y ¡esto es verdad!
Merry Christmas to all, ¡y Feliz Navidad!
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