Back home again in colonia Lago III it is good that some things never change. Every afternoon the man with the elotes makes his rounds just like the ice cream man NOB. Some of our customs here just seem more wholesome, and instead of the ice cream bars and candy here our kids are lining up for their elotes, corn on the cob for you northerners.
You can have it cut from the cob and served in cups with your choice of dressings, crema, mayonesa, salt, limón, crumbled queso, chile, or the works. He places a cup in the cut-away in the middle of his box, slices the kernals off the cobb then gathers it into the cup to add the toppings, hands you a cup with a plastic spoon and there, 7 pesos for a summer treat. Here mother and daughter split an order so it is served in two cups, each to custom order, no extra charge.
My ageing choppers have gotten caps of porcelein to make them strong again so I can still eat it off the cobb. I take my pick out of his tub of elotes, that one! He puts in a stick then dresses it with a little limón, sal, and some mayo for me.
Oh, and a good dribbling of chile salsa, por favor.
Then I'm ready to take it out by the jardín to enjoy it slowly. Una bebida? Sí, gracias Tere. Una michelada. Muy picante, por favor.
"There is no route out of the maze. The maze shifts as you move through it because it is alive. "
— Philip K. Dick (VALIS)