Being Good Neighbors: Firewood for a Bucket of Food

Several days ago, John took a walk to the local miscelanea for a coke, noticing that much of the family of the owners were preoccupied with the task of cutting firewood, with an axe.  Having recently acquired a chainsaw, John came home, grabbed his saw and went back to handle the wood for them.  He probably saved them a days work and they were so grateful that today they sent him home with this.

The bucket filled with like a porky soup with really soft textured meat.  The soup itself is really mild in flavor.  This is considered a weekly tradition here, it's a very famous meal so it's fitting we finally tried it.  Considering the fact that I am dealing with some pretty intense detox symptoms today (probiotics will do that to you) nothing tastes right, but I could tell this is a dish I would probably like under normal circumstances.  

It came with a plate with fixings and a bag of pork rinds, something that's damn near a delicacy here.

I'm still not too much a fan of pork rinds, but they are decent in this application.  

So this is what happens when you are good to your neighbors, they send you home with literally a bucket of food. Living in this barrio has taught me quite a lot about community and how they interact with eachother.  I don't speak the same language as these people but we do more than enough communicating through actions and I love that.  I bring them pizza and they give me tamales.  John cuts firewood for them and they send us home with a bucket of food.  What's next? I'm excited to find out.  

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