so perfect when you’re in that twilight/dawn territory, casting about for images, a fleeting sense of truth disappearing under your fingertips: put your question to the modern-day oracle, The Poetry Tool.
i did this thanksgiving day, and this is what i found:
waaaay back when, i was a graduate student in northern california long before the Unreliable Narrator came along. i had infinite time to attend parties and barbeques. through a friend at one such bbq i met a woman and her charming boyfriend.
we all talked of harsh immigrant parenting methods (me: smackings with the back of a brush on the hand, her: the dreaded chancla–slipper–the floppier, the more painful).
the charming boyfriend was aaron sanchez, a second-generation chef who originally grew up in NYC but was living and probably making his bones at some san francisco restaurant when we met him. we got straight from his lips the word about nueva latino (nouvelle latino cuisine, combining continental methods and ingredients with mexican, spanish, and latin american ones.) just the idea of it was enough to make HB and me salivate. and this was back in the mid-’90s, when no one had heard of nueva latino.