There is so much to love about White Bread Competition.
Now I will share (this is why I read outside of myself) passages
Rosaura is an artist and is showing at a local gallery. A White woman who's daughter lost to Luz puts down Rosaura's art and ask when her family immigrated to America?
"My family became Americans when Texas was annexed just after my great great grandmother's birthday. We had already been living on this land for several decades before the white people, your people stole this country from us." "I'm fifth generation American. What generation are you?"
Aura would spend hours on her feet making authentic tortillas while people watched and pointed
I saw a movie the other day. One of those westerns. You know what I mean, where all the good cowboys are gringos and are going to save the poor Mexican farmers. When they ride into town, there's always some fat mexicana sitting alongside the road with a dozen little children running around her, making tortillas on a hot rock. Don't matter what town or how many times they ride in, she's sitting there cooking those damn tortillas with that brood of kids." Carmen steps into her high heels and says, "Let's hope the boss doesn't see that movie. He'll have us cooking on a hot rock to make the place more authentic."
White Bread Competition reminded me of another book I loved The Tequila Worm by Viola Canales
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