Rice and Beans in Miami?

While traveling around the world, and hearing about all the great places to go, some cities have reputations that are extraordinarily high. In Miami, they say, culture and cuisine are about as intriguing as they can be, and this is very much the case. Or so it seems, because there is nothing in the city that does not seem to belong there of its own accord, where the sense of things is like being part of some larger whole. Although it must be said, that it is sometimes more than a tad bit confounding to look at the parts on their own.

Seen in this light, then, the parts seem utterly mysterious, coming from other pieces of other puzzles, and it is near impossible to determine how to make them fit again into a logical unit. That is, perhaps, the maddening and gratifying thing about Miami, or even its foods, and certainly its hotels. Miami, USA is a place in the world where the world has no place, but yet it is every place, being a reflection of many worlds at once. Traveling the world and being in Miami proper, and eating such delectable things as rice and beans, the sounds of the sea do begin to make sense.

Suddenly hearing that this is known hereabouts as moros y cristianos , then pieces of the other puzzles start to emerge, and they lock together succinctly in the way that nothing else on earth might. Because in truth most recipes for this moros y cristianos are not at all the same, not in Puerto Rico, say, or even in Spain.

However, in Miami it is much the same as it is in Havana, and this alone is very telling. It is very much like language that travels out of context, it would take a great linguist to determine the relations between it and its homeland, and the rest of human folk to decide the how and why of how it got to where it did go. Laurel leaf is bay leaf, but yet it sounds so much more enticing in its Cuban version of Spanish that it also seems to taste better in the sun and near the sea. This is to say, in Miami.

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