Good Wednesday morning, my peeps. The leader of this band of misfits, Rochelle, has borrowed one of my very own pictures this week. This lovely restaurant, called Ta Chido (That’s Cool 😉 ) in the Mile End area of Montreal is where my buddy, Julie, and I ended up when we were on a Cubano Sandwich Search. We had given up on that quest and landed in this Mexican Snack-Bar, which turned out quite delightful.
Should you be tempted to come up with a 100-word story for this pic, just click on the frog below and add your link!
For Abuelita
Consuela stood back and admired her handiwork. The colours were bright and there were bits and pieces of home, reminding her of all the stories her Abuelita Rosaria told her. Her customers loved it, calling it kitschy yet charming.
“Go, Niña. Leave this dead-end town and start anew somewhere else. There is nothing for you and your talents here.”
“I can’t leave you, Abuelita!”
“I am an old woman. I have done what I was meant to. You, on the other hand, are being stifled here.”
Misty-eyed with memories, she smiled, determined to live her dream, just like she promised.
Fun to read. I say: If it’s kitschy , it’s no longer kitsch, it’s art!!!! There you go – and if the sandwiches are good, all is well….
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Ta-dah! Man… if you had seen the other side of the restaurant… wait, you can! https://adelectablelife.com/2018/07/07/search-for-the-perfect-q-ban-this-aint-easy-take-two/
The sandwiches were delicious and the margaritas even better!
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oh my gosh…… my eyes hurt even more now than they did before….. serious wahaaaayyyy too much of it – and NO, I take my former remark back, NOT ART! But at least you got some decent sandies out of it, didn’t you!
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LOL! It was so funny to see it all crammed in every possible nook and cranny.
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I can’t believe what I saw on that first pic – that rubbish pile, appalling – enough to take flight in horror!
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It was moving day weekend and was quite a frightful sight, I must admit…
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Amazing. Amazing that you didn’t go blind. 🤣
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Buahahahaha! And deaf coz the heavy metal Mexicano music was something else.
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Onward and upward!
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Yessiree!
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Her Abuelita Rosaria, need someplace up and coming. As long as she doesn’t play Mexican Heavy Metal at her new place. 😉
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Oops, I meant “Her Abuelita Rosaria was correct, “
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LOL…all good
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Hahaha!! Actually, they DO play that!! 😂🤣
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Yeah, I read the post where you originally posted the photo – that music video was pretty, uhm, yeah…
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Duh… I should have realised you had gone back or remembered from previously… I forgot I included that noise!
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But will probably stay with her grandmother as she loves her very much.
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No… She has created her restaurant away from home…
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Yes I see that now – had to go and reread the story 😄
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🙂
Thanks for taking the time.
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Yay! Love this little story — so much there, so much love and hope and commitment and women’s strength! Love love love it! 🙂
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Yay!! Thank you, thank you! Thank you!
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🙂 My pleasure, gal-frend!
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🙂
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A difficult thing for a parent or grandparent to do, but you need to let those birds spread their wings at some point, rather than stifle them. Touching and nicely written Dale 🙂
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Absolutely.
Thank you so much, Iain.
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Reading your responses to the comments, I’d say you’ve had some good times there, good times with good people.
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I had one and want to return!!
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Nah, you’ve still got it. But like everything else, a social life goes through cycles.
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True!
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Patience. Acceptance. As the wide man said.
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Very sweet and sour story. Life is meant for moving on.
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Thanks, Neel. It is indeed
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Tender nostalgia with a hint of sadness. Quite lovely.
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Thank you, Monika. Glad that came across.
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Terrific, Dale.
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Thank you, John.
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Hey now they’re a fine family or what.
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Meaning?
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So sorry. I meant that’s the way families should be.
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Yes indeed! 🙂
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Q,
Abuelita knows of what she speaks. She’s like g’head mija, so what you gots to do out there before you too are an abuelita. Sweet, poignant and oh so true. And there is something so warm about that term, abuelita. It evokes such comfort food memories for me, even though mi abuelita was not much for cooking. It’s more the memories of using that term.
As for the Cubano, that search got undertaken by a good many people. I have peeps who still mention it to me. They’ll go somewhere and have a Cuban sammy and then lemme know about their experience. It’s kitschy.
Nice jaunt, Q!
B
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B,
Arrgh! That’s what I was looking for… “Mija” instead of Niña but could not remember that term. And yes, the first time I heard abuelita instead of abuela is, believe it or not, while watching “Fame”! I thought that was such an endearing term.
I ain’t done searching, dontcha know. Just have to see if I can get Jules to join me again… You’ve created a “thing”…
Gracias, mi amigo querido.
Q
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Mi abuelita was one tough bird. She could say “Marco” ten different ways, and I understood . . simply though the intonation.
The Cubano search was fun stuff. I was happy to end it though, seeing as how I really didn’t believe I was going to find the homemade version anywhere.
It’s a “thing”! That’s actually pretty cool.
Eres muy bienvenido!
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They had to be. And I can well imagine.
Of course. You did a few of them, no? Nothing beats homemade anyhow.
It is pretty cool.
😊
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When mi abuelo started doing the mess around, she didn’t miss a beat. She started fighting his fire with some of her own, and then she told him to get out, LOL.
We hit about six to eight different places from what I remember. But nope, nothing beats the real deal meal.
🙂
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Good for her!!
Still. Quite the quest. Impressive.
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Welp, the Cubano search sure beat the hell out of the taco search, LOL.
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Hands down.
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👍
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So touching, Dale. It seems to me that Abuelita is giving a really precious gift. Having lived her own life and achieved contentment, she now gives Nina a fabulous big pair of freedom wings 🙂
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Thank you, Jill. So very glad you agreed with my gift from grandmother to granddaughter.
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Very sweet (though I feel like this is only part of the story). I went back to reread the Cubano post, and even though I don’t eat meat, those sandwiches look yummy. 🙂
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You’re right, you know. It only tells a little of the tale… Maybe I shall invent something somewhere…
They were 😉
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🙂
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Querida Dale,
Such a sweet story of two women. Abuelita was very wise. I love it that Consuela is pursuing her dreams. Well done, my friend. Thank you for a great photo as well.
Shalom and lotsa hugs,
Rochelle
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Querida amiga Rochelle,
Muchas gracias. I like to think Consuela is extremely lucky to have such a wise abuelita, indeed.
Most welcome for the photo..
Shalom and lotsa amor,
Dale
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Oh yes… sometimes you have to let the young ones leave… I hope there is a way that she could do a little bit of both.
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I like to think that once she got things up and running, she could visit her abuelita or have her brought over…
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Lovely story Dale. All these stories are making me hungry. Wait did I just gain 10 pounds?
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Thank you, Jo. That’s the trouble when using a restaurant picture!
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And it doesn’t help that Mexican food is comfort food for me.
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Soooo good.
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I hope her dreams come true!
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They are!
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💖
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The bond between grandparent and grandchild never ends.
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No, it doesn’t.
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Reminds me of Jane The Virgin, and the kickass supportive Abuela in it 🙂
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Having never watched it, I’ll take your word for it!
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You must give it a try, it’s brilliant!
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Maybe one day…
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Home is where the heart is. Lots of sentimental feelings in this.
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Thank you, James. Glad you thought so.
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Poignant story and well written! I enjoyed it!
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Thank you, Nan. Much appreciated.
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Great story Dale it’s inspirational 💜
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A beautiful story inspired by an intriguing restaurant. Your photo has inspired some great stories this week, thank you Dale.
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Thank you, Keith.
It has, hasn’t it? That pleases me, I cannot lie.
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I wonder if she’ll leave Granny (thanks for the translation, Google!)? If so, I hope she comes back to visit her and her dream 🙂
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She did leave her grandmother (abuelita means little grandmother, a term of endearment) and started her restaurant. I like to think she managed to bring her over to visit.
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Nicely done. You express many emotions in so few words.
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That is some collection – all haunted by her Abuelita, no doubt.
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I dunno about haunted… But maybe her presence has imbued the place.
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You’ve managed to tell a heartwarming tale in so little words, Dale! My heart goes out to both Consuela and her Abuelita. I hope Consuela gives herself the opportunity to see the world outside of her town and brings back many stories for her Abuelita 🙂
P.S. Thank you for this great photo this week!
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Thank you, Jade. I like to think she is successful and will bring her Abuelita over…
And you are most welcome!
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To every one there is a season. Looks like hers is Spring.
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Apparently.
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I enjoyed this, it was so real, lovely
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Thank you, Michael. That is a great compliment
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it was a risk worth taking. anyway, she knew she’d be welcomed back just in case. 🙂
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Exactly!
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The older lady was being very generous to tell the younger one to go and follow her dreams as she had. A good and well-written story, Dale. Thanks for the lovely picture for the prompt. It’s leading to many good stories. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Thank you, Suzanne. A wise one, is she.
And you are welcome!
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One of my regrets in life is that I didn’t live close to either of my grandmothers. I dearly loved the small amount of time we were able to spend together. There is a richness in that grandparent relationship that doesn’t compare to anything else in the world.
Lovely story, Dale.
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My biggest regret is that I didn’t record my maternal grandmother’s stories. She was such a character and me hero.
Thank you, Linda.
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Aww…
Not sure I can add anything else… 😀
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Sweet. Thank you, Tannille. 😊
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I felt moved by your story Dale – a heartfelt example of the kind of love that can let go of someone who is dearly loved.
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Thank you, Francine. That’s exactly what I wanted to convey,
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Such a lovely story. Spreading your wings and following your dreams and knowing that you are loved and supported by family. That young woman is lucky.
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She is very lucky indeed. To have such support and encouragement is beyond gold.
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Nothing a friend, a road trip, and a quest, and if it ends with margaritas…well Woot Woot! 😉
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Right!!
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Someone has to cut lose the chain for a bird to soar high in the sky.
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Exactly, Abhijit.
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Nice photo Dale, I’m a bit late reading this week due to holiday stuff, but great stuff as ever.
“Open up your wings and learn to fly” as some one good at writing songs once wrote
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Thank you, Shrawley.
Exactly…
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I love your story!
Ronda
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Thank you, Ronda
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The bond between Consuela and Abuelita is so touching. Such a heartwarming tale.
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Merci Magarisa. So glad you liked
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Mon plaisir, ma chère.
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Good for her, and she won’t forget
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No, she most definitely won’t.
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Terrific ❤️DALE.❤️
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Thank you so much!
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A positive tale! I like it, and it certainly goes with ⚡️YOUR 💥pic. How cool is that?!
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Thank you, 🧚🌟
I know, right? Rochelle likes to filch my pics (with permission, of course)
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That’s great!
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