I would take a seat with him at the table and chat about his Saturday night out on the town. He would sprinkle in his oregano and chopped onion as his garnish and I would follow suit. Then he would roll his corn tortilla in his hands to make the perfect tortilla tube and dunk in between bites. Not me, not the corn tortilla part…. I always went for a bolillo (Mexican roll), I would watch as the white bread soaked up the red broth then I knew it was ready to plop in my mouth. I can’t say that I still eat it every Sunday, but I do enjoy it several times throughout the year. Christmas and New Year’s would not be the same without a bowl of menudo.
