This post is sponsored by La Banderita Tortillas. All opinions are my own.

I love the transition from Summer to Fall. Outside the leaves are changing colors, evenings are cooler, and the sunsets arrive earlier. It means that the holidays are upon us, Christmas and Thanksgiving just around the corner. It marks the season of family, culture, and time to remember. Dia de los Muertos is especially enjoyable because every year, as we place beautiful candles, set pictures of our loved ones, and delicately place beautiful cempasuchil flowers around, it signifies our appreciation for precious memories of people of significance in our family. As we gather around the kitchen to prepare Nopales Guisados con Carne Ranchera, we are always reminded of the stories of my Abuela’s grandparents.
Growing up in a small pueblo in Mexico, there is a fair expectation that even the children helped in the cultivation of the family farm. Abuela was in her early teens, approximately 14 years old when she became a significant help to her parents at home. Abuela’s labor included clearing the tierra from weeds, tilling the soil by hand, and planting seeds each season. During those particular times, it was an all day event that involved the entire family; so with the anticipation of laboring under the heat of the open air, her mother would wake up en la madrugada to prepare for the day by packing essentials for lunch. In those times, all they could afford were tortillas and chiles. On special occasions, they would be able to purchase some fresh meat from their local carniceria, but those moments were rare. With their almuerzo packed, and after a brief morning cafecito, as a family they would begin their long journey up to el cerro.
From dusk until approximately midday, when the sun hung mightily over the open blue sky, Abuela’s father would signal everyone that it was time to rest. It was their reward for laboring so intensely in the tropical heat, as the clouds from the Michoacan skies began to roll in for the typical afternoon drizzle. Everyone would take cover under the large trees and tejaban, which became their temporary refuge for their lunchtime rest. They would make a fire between a couple rocks and place a metal pan over it. The crackling from the fire and the smell of freshly burnt wood filled the air. As they cleaned the prickly thorns from the cactus they had cut from just a few feet away, the pan sizzled with the meat as it seared. The sounds and smells became like a virtual melody.
Did anyone bring las tortillas?
Of course someone packed them en el moralito (satchel). Everyone would gather around the wood burning stove to enjoy the Nopales con Carne that was thoughtfully prepared. After they were finished, they rested. Resting after a good meal was required because it allowed for a moment to replenish the strength needed to continue working until the setting sun. As the sun slowly rested its face upon the distant horizon, the family packs up as it was time to end their work day. As they made their way back down from el cerro, dinner was already on their mind.
Things have not changed very much for hard working families. The days come and go quickly, and seasons pass steadily; those moments as families become more distant as we work to get through life daily. When it comes to those whose heritage is characterized by meals shared with the people that make up your familia–mealtimes become a significant part of life. In my house, I can feel the warmth of family as everyone eats, randomly different people reaching for a freshly warmed tortilla, combined with the low murmur of how everyone’s day was is shared. It is the balance of appreciation for unity as well as the gratitude for the labor of preparation, that solidifies what it means to enjoy a delicious meal together. Personally, the times spent with my family is never wasted. I especially enjoy when my mom and Abuela share stories of their youth during a meal, because it is in those moments, history comes alive–and old forgotten recipes are remembered. Somehow, our meals keep us connected to our memories of family–and those memories keep us connected to who we are.
Below you will find a simple, yet delicious variation of the meal my Abuela shared with her parents in the days of her working their Ranchito. Today, and especially in this season, we enjoy making this dish in remembrance of my great grandparents. Sitting around, telling their stories gives us a glimpse of who they were–and that is what is special about Dia de Los Muertos. While Dia de Los Muertos is a time to create altars and remember our antepasados, we find that the true altars are the ones we have placed upon our hearts, as we remember the beautiful memories of those who have passed on from this life–by enjoying the foods that remind us most about them.
We hope you enjoy this very special dish!
Saquen las tortillas!

PREP TIME: 30 Minutes
COOK TIME: 30 MINUTES
SERVES: 5-6
INGREDIENTS:
2 Pounds Flank Steak
10 Nopales Cactus
1 Medium Onion
1 Cup Cilantro
4-7 Arbol Chiles
2 Tablespoons of Chicken Flavored Bouillon
Salt to taste
Pepper to taste
La Banderita Tortillas (Corn or Flour)
INSTRUCTIONS:
- Brown meat with salt and pepper to liking.
- Once meat has browned to your liking, cut into strips.
- Cut 10 noplaes into stips (Cleaned nopales).
- Boil nopales in water for about 5 minutes.
- Strain nopales and rinse.
- Cut onion into slices.
- Fry onion in oil until translucent.
- Add arbol chiles and cook together for about 1-2 minutes
- Add nopales to the onion and chile. Cook for about 1-2 minutes.
- Add meat strips.
- Add chicken flavor bouillon.
- Mix well.
You can serve as is or serve as tacos.
Taco assembling:
- Heat La Banderita tortillas (Cors or flour) on griddle.
- On top of the tortillas add 2-3 tablespoons of carne con nopales.
- Top with Cilantro and beans.

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My first born, Jezreel graduates from high school today. So many feelings and flashes of moment come in and out. And as those feelings go from happiness to sadness and then to feeling orgullosa, I can’t help to think how blessed I have been to have been granted the ability to work from home and be able to be part of every stage of both of my children’s lives.
Parenting is not an easy task and as you have heard, it takes a village…and it doesn’t end at High School graduation. That is actually the beginning of a whole new set of life challenges. Thank you to all who have help me, Jezreel and the rest of my little family along the way.
Both my mom and Abuela have crazy stories about how they were named. I had always heard everyone call my Abuela Eva, even my Abuelo. It wasn’t until she was trying to get her residency that she found out that Eva wasn’t her real name. A prerequisite to obtain her residency was to provide a birth certificate however, she did not have one. So she went to La Presidencia of her town to request it. After a lengthy search for this crucial document, they were unable find her birth certificate. She went home frustrated and told everyone what had happened when suddenly her father disclosed that he never registered her as Eva. Her father stated that despite her mother wanting to name her Eva, he defiantly registered her as Maria. According to the story, my Abuela’s father wanted a daughter named EVA. AY DIO MIO! She went back to La Presidencia, and processed a new request with the name MARIA and successfully obtained her birth certificate. To this day, everyone close to her knows her as Eva. Joking she claims that she was never married to my Abuelo because the marriage certificate says Eva–and her real name is Maria. LOL







All of my trips to Mexico consisted on how many things we could bring back to the states. Todos tenian encargos and we all wanted a nice stash of goods that would last us for a few months. We always brought back items we couldn’t easily get here. Whatever it took to bring candy, chips, pottery, home decor and even chorizo hidden in our shoes (true story). I know weird and gross, right? Don’t try to act like you didn’t hide a parrot or two under your armpit when crossing the border by car. LOL Anyway, Pinole was another thing we always brought back. “Pinole” is maiz that is toasted and ground very finely with cinnamon and some sugar.
My mother and Abuela have been raving about their experience at
Needless to say, my expectations were pretty high. So upon our arrival, I looked around and made some initial observations. The first thing I noticed when I walked into the store were the employees working on the floor. They were very professional and friendly. It seemed that they were always on the move making sure everything was in order and the store shelves were fully stocked. My mom headed straight for the fresh produce because she was anxious to share her own preferences regarding the wide selections of fresh fruits and vegetables. She was telling me that she loves that ALDI USA carries so many organic products and that they do not carry produce that contain artificial colors, MSG’s, or trans-fats. When Hilda Gabriela arrived, I was already full of enthusiasm to know more! I cannot believe the large selection at such low prices. For example, the mangos were priced .39 cents that day and they did not even have a limit on the amount you could purchase!!! Hilda Gabriela shared that it is made possible because ALDI USA works together with local growers and suppliers in order to provide the freshest and highest quality products with the lowest prices.
With the holidays quickly approaching, as well as the anticipation of having large family gatherings, I am always contemplating the need to buy large amounts of food. I just kept thinking about how as Latinos we prepare for the holiday season by cooking seasonal recipes such as tamales. Finding fresh ingredients is an essential part of that preparation. It was great to stroll through the aisles to find a wide variety of dried chiles. As if that was not enough, they had las ollas to cook the tamales in the Home Goods section of the store! Y despues de cocinar esos ricos tamales, we know the dreaded task of cleaning has to take place. It is a good thing ALDI carries our favorite cleaning items–everything from Fabuloso to earth friendly cleaning products.



















Every Autumn, my Abuelo would pull out a heavy brown jacket. It seemed like each year, he had a different heavy jacket. I have no idea where he would get them, but I thought they were so cool. He was so original in his attire (OG) that when he would wake up, he would walk outside on those brisk fall mornings with coffee in hand and his brown coat pulled over his shoulders. He would look at me, nod a good morning, and walked away to begin his day.
I remember watching the t.v. in the waiting room and the program stopped for breaking news. Couldn’t really hear what was going on but I could see that it wasn’t good and it was scary. All of sudden, a plane hits and a building goes down soon after. Every one in the waiting room gasped for air. Couldn’t figure out what was happening or where it was. But we had witnessed the inexpressible, the incomprehensible and the unthinkable. I got called in for my appointment, and walked away in confusion.
Oh, and that little girl I was making sure was ok on September 11, 2001, is growing to be one of the most talented, beautiful young lady I have ever known. (I can say that because she is my little miracle baby.)