Sugar Skulls POOP-Style

Sunday, November 6th 2016

 

My soul sister Oksana is among other things a spanish teacher originally from Cuba.  Every year she conducts a wonderful celebration of Dia de los Muertos with her students, including the decoration of sugar skulls which they make from scratch.

(See: https://circuskitchen.com/2015/11/01/dia-de-los-muertos/ )

This year she invited my brood over to decorate some with hers, which is great because together these four kids make MAGIC.  Or more specifically, P.O.O.P.  (Their last name begins with P, ours with O… you get the idea.)

 ♥ ♥ The P.O.O.P Kids ♥ ♥ 

The kids loved it and so did we.  We also viewed this AMAZING 4 minute short capturing the spirit of the holiday (and so should you, after you grab a hanky):

Oksana also recommends this piece by the BBC [18 mins]:

Oksana even let us keep the beautiful bags of merengue-powdered sugar-food coloring paste frosting she’d made, and when we left my son informed me that he “loved” it and the evening was “truly wonderful.”  (Swoon.)

 

Gavin and ClaraJane could barely contain themselves when it came time to show Daddy; had to fight/negotiate how they were going to do it (“you carry the tray first like this, then I’ll carry it next like that…”).

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Thank you Oksana and also Lou for having us over.   ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥


 

#Zaida, #Victor

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One Response to Sugar Skulls POOP-Style

  1. Baba/Bubble Wow says:

    There are “thin places,” times when it seems the membrane between living and dead seem permeable. For me thin places often occur around Christmas and the Hunter’s Moon…I feel the presence of lost loved ones. I’ve never feared my own death; it seems a part of life. From my present standpoint of course, I’d rather be living. But the physical body can’t live forever. Beloveds of mine who have passed through that membrane, though I mourned them, still dwell within me. I myself hope to dwell within my loved ones after I transition through that membrane. I hope my loved ones can perceive my essence from the other side, at least from time to time. Maybe it is about sitting still and focusing on the loved ones, as did this BBC interviewer. And I hope the experience is as joyous and fun as Halloween and Day of the Dead. Sugar skulls, chocolate bars, and all. A few tears of loss do not contradict the joy of having experienced each other while both were physically alive, or psychically known.

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