In the lands of the coffee, from the book, Searching for treasures
Taxco Historical Center, Guerrero, Mexico
“Well, here you go, sir!” said the cook, proudly point at a bowl, full to the brim with a clearish-kind of a liquid. “Mazamorra is prepared with milk and ground corn,” she added.
“It’s very refreshing and tastes so good!” commented Doña Juli. Doña Juli, the cook, and the waitress watched him closely while waiting expectantly for his reaction.
“Uhm, I believe that asking for two bandejas might have been a mistake! There’s no way in the world that I can finish them both! I innocently had recently thought that I could eat a horse, but now I see that not even a horse could finish two of those platters!” Jean Maria exclaimed ardently. “It is impossible!”
“But, my dear sir, that is unacceptable, for, actually, this is but the first of the two bandejas. We will be happy to bring the second one, once you have finished with the first.
“You see, sir. If we bring them together, one of these nice little bandejas will get cold. Surely it won’t taste as good as if it were nice and hot,” added the cook laughingly.
“Little’?” He exclaimed. “Are you telling me that the platter sitting on the table is only half of what I ordered? It is only one of the bandejas?” he asked in a weak voice. “Ce n’est pas posible; excusez moi. I’m sorry. I do not know why I switched to French. But let me tell you that this is hopeless!”