On at Yonge, off at Spadina

Black woman, late 20s, soft, short afro in headband, wearing flower earrings, a quilted black and white jacket and, Clarks leather, Hey, we have the same shoes! MADD bookmark in library loaner.

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In Between Men, Mary Castillo (Avon Trade)

"You're doing it wrong! Here let me." Patty used her mumu'd girth to shove Josie.

"Hands off!" Josie's slap prompted Susan to set down her wine glass and pry them apart before Patty threw Josie to the ground.

"Girls!"

"I tell her she never puts enough salt in her posole!"

From Wikipedia:

Pozole...is a traditional pre-Columbian soup or stew made from hominy, with pork (or other meat), chile, and other seasonings and garnish, such as cabbage, lettuce, oregano, cilantro, avocado, radish, lime juice, etc.
The story of pozole is obscure, but some believe that the stew originated with the natives of Tonalá, Jalisco. After the arrival of the conquistadores, Tonalá’s legendary queen Cihualpilli threw a banquet in their honor and pozole was served. After the priests found out the secret behind the recipe (human flesh), a decision was made to change the human flesh for pig's.

I was in Nairobi eating at The Carnivore, a restaurant where they come around with flanks of just about any kind of meat you could imagine and carve it right onto your plate. A flag sits on your table while you compete with other tourists to see who can eat the most. Our flag fell about two hours later, me and an ER nurse from Massachusetts the last standing. I don't remember much else save for a pact I kept with my mother that we would never--ever--tell anyone the things we'd ingested. Like, never, ever, ever.