The onion is finely chopped and fried a little oil with meat. While it is frying, the ground cumin and a tablespoon of sugar are added. As usual Tita was crying as she chopped the onion. The tears clouded her vision so completely that before she realized it she cut her finger with the knife. She gave an angry cry and went back to preparing the champandongo as if nothing had happened. Right now she didn’t had a second to take care of her wound. That evening John was coming to ask about her hand , and she had to prepare a good supper in only half an hour. Tita didn’t like to have to hurry with her cooking.
She always allowed enough time to cook food perfectly; trying to organize her activities in such a way that she had the peacefulness she needed in the kitchen to be able to prepare succulent dishes exactly as they should be prepared. Now she was so late that her movements were jerky and hasty, which led to then sort of accident.
The main cause of her lateness was her adorable niece, who had been born three months before, permanently, just like Tita. The death of her mother affected Rosaura so deeply that it brought on the birth of her daughter and nursing the child was impossibility. This time tTta couldn’t or wouldn’t take on the role of wet nurse, as she done with her nephew, and what’s more she didn’t even try perhaps because of the devastating experience that she when they took the child from her.
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