The Black Sheep and a Birthday Party

Kind of a different title to this post, isn't it? Today I would like to share with you some news about a great little restaurant and also a birthday party.

But first, I want to show you the mountains around Aguascalientes. They are called Cerro del Muerto...Death Mountain. They say that the mountain looks like a dead person lying down in a casket. If you look at the far left, you see the forehead, nose, chin and further down the hands folded and on the far right, the feet. Maybe it takes some imagination to see all this, but it makes for a good story, doesn't it?

The restaurant...

Now for the Black Sheep...La Oveja Negra.
I tried a new-to-me Mexican dish---Barbacoa de Borrego---barbequed lamb, and oh, was it good! I like lamb very much but had never heard of barbequed lamb.

Here's the story...Rosario's sister sent us out to buy chicken for dinner at a chicken place she likes. She gave the directions to Rosario and we drove around but never found the chicken restaurant. However, we did discover a small restaurant called La Oveja Negra and they were advertising their barbequed lamb. Knowing that we had to come home with some food, we stopped there. We decided to taste the lamb before buying an amount to take home. It was so good that we sat down and ordered 3 tacos de Borrego with Fresca to drink. They were served on blue corn tortillas. Que rica! We enjoyed our dinner and bought some to take home for the family. They liked them too. A successful, and delicious, outing!



In the restaurant, he is checking the order and she is preparing the tortillas.

The cooks puts the lamb on the tortillas.





The good dinner! Fresca, limes, cilantro and salsa, and my and Rosario's tacos. Yummy!

The birthday party.....

Rosario's sister, Estela, celebrated her birthday last week and she invited about 30 family and friends for a party. A little after 9pm people started arriving. Within minutes, 3 card tables with yellow tablecloths and the white plastic chairs appeared in the garage. Remember, the garage in Mexican homes is in the front of the house enclosed with an iron gate. She had parked the car outside, opened the gate and the double doors to the living room and we had a party!

About 11pm 4 men and 3 guitars (trobadores) appeared and the music began. Everyone knew the words to all the songs and they sang and sang. Estela's special friend was the host and he did a great job of keeping everyone's glass filled. About midnight people wandered into the kitchen and ate what they found there. Two chicken dishes, slaw, and tostadas were offered. It was very different from parties I am used to. No munchies. No desserts. No housecleaning before the party. Everything was much more casual. I think I like that!!

Another thing that was different...several people were smoking. We don't think much about that any more because so few people smoke. I was surprised when I smelled cigarette smoke coming from the garage.

Finally at 3am I said goodnight! I do think the party broke up about then. It was a good one!

The next morning when I got up and went into the kitchen, it was immaculate. The white chairs were stacked, the tables closed down and the car back i the garage. You would not have known there was a party there last night. Rosario said she went to bed st 5am!

Feliz Cumpleaños to Estela. Thank you for inviting me to your party!

A group of people sitting in the garage. That is Krystela, Estela's daughter, in the blue dress.

Two of the guys playing. They are sitting in the doorway to the living room.




Estela, in the striped shirt, visits with a friend.







Some of the cousins played games while the adults talk.

The birthday girl with her gelatina---no cake for this gal!

These are the flowers that her special friend sent to her for her birthday. Pretty aren't they.

I hope you enjoyed the food and the party.

Hasta luego.