Put on your aprons and dancing shoes, it’s time to SALSA!
So pleased to see another yummy book in Jorge Argueta’s popular bilingual Cooking Poem Series. Previously, Jorge treated us to Sopa de frijoles/Bean Soup (2009), Arroz con leche/Rice Pudding (2010), Guacamole (2012), and Tamalitos (2013). Mmmmm!
Now, with Salsa (Groundwood Books, 2015), illustrated by Pura Belpré winner Duncan Tonatiuh, Argueta infuses his lyrical, lip-smacking recipe with savory musical instruments, lively rhythms, a wealth of sensory details, and just the right amount of spice to make readers crave more.
A young boy first describes the molcajete, a type of stone bowl dating back to the time of the ancient Aztec, Mayan, and Nahua peoples used to grind tomatoes, corn, chilies, vegetables and spices. He mentions how every weekend his family uses their molcajete to make salsa while they sing and dance.
Before proceeding, he and his sister “play” the ingredients from their very own “salsa orchestra”:
I am ready with four tomatoes.
They are bongos and kettledrums.
My onion is a maraca.
Cloves of garlic are trumpets,
and the cilantro is the orchestra conductor
with his shaggy, green hair.
Ya tengo listos cuatro tomates.
Son bongos y timbales.
La cebolla es una maraca.
Los ajos son trompetas,
y el cilantro un director de orquesta
con su pelo verde todo despeinado.
Then come praises for colorful, hot chilies to make the “music” spicy. The boy feels like he’s “dancing among rainbows and stars.”
There are hot green chilies.
One bite and we turn into fireflies,
flashing on and off.
There are chilies with faces like a grandfather
and chilies with faces like a grandmother.
There are red chilies
like little flames.
When we bite one our tongue gets hot,
as if we had a tiny light on in our mouth.
There are purple chilies
that look like they swallowed the sunset,
yellow chilies like drops of honey
and even little round chilies like green pearls.
Hay chiles verdes.
Al morderlos nos apagamos y encendemos
como si fuéramos luciérnagas.
Hay chiles con cara de abuelo
y chiles con cara de abuela.
Hay chiles rojos
Al morderlos nos calientan la lengua
como si tuviéramos en la boca una lucecita.
Hay chiles morados
como si se hubieran tragado un atardecer,
chiles amarillos como gotitas de miel
y hasta chiles redonditos como perlitas verdes.
Finally, to make the “Salsa for tortilla chips,/salsa for tacos,/salsa for beans –/salsa to eat with everything,” they wash, dice and crush the ingredients in the molcajete with a “Prac-presh-rrrick-rrrick.”
Bring the tomatoes,
and the hot peppers
in a kettledrum bowl
to be washed
in the river
of the sink.
Splash, rush, gush,
whoosh, splash, splash
The water pours out singing.
Pon los tomates,
y los chiles
en una olla timbal.
Llévalos a lavar
de tu lavadero.
Brota cantando el agua.
After squeezing “a river of lime into the salsa,” the boy stirs with a saxophone spoon before adding a few “high notes of salt.” Mother heats the tortillas, while Father lays out the plates, both of them dancing, dancing. Then it’s time to eat their fresh homemade salsa. Qué rica! So delicious!
For Argueta, everything in the kitchen — all the ingredients and all the tools — are poems, each with its own music. There is a sense of wonder and a reverence for Mother Earth as the boy buries the “low-note” lime seeds, garlic peels and onion afterwards to keep Mother Earth singing and dancing salsa, to continue the cycle of nature as she offers up her gifts.
The extended musical metaphor is well played out via repetition, parallel phrasing, an upbeat tempo and fun onomatopoeia and sound effects: “pin-pon-klan-klan-ta-ta-ra-ta-ta.” Such joy!
Now all you need
are the high notes of salt.
I sprinkle it and taste,
around my molcajete.
This salsa makes me feel
like a salsa dancer.
Ahora sólo falta agregarle
las notas altas de la sal.
Le echo sal al gusto,
bailando salsa alrededor
de mi molcajete.
Esta salsa me hace
Having begun with a nod to the boy’s ancient ancestors, there is a comforting sense of continuity about this poem as it encompasses past, present and future. Tonatiuh’s warm, earthy illustrations drawn in the Mixtec codex style and framed with appealing borders of comely musical notes, instruments and recipe ingredients enrich this tasty celebration of cultural heritage.
Although I don’t speak Spanish, I enjoy reading it aloud, for there is beautiful music in the language itself. Kirkus aptly called the book “a giddy, bilingual whirl”: once caught up in the festive spirit of Salsa, you too will want to sing, dance, and EAT! Hot stuff!
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Of course you can make the salsa described in the book (recipe steps requiring adult supervision are marked with *asteriks*), but just in case you prefer exact measurements of ingredients, here are recipes for Restaurant Style Salsa, Classic Roasted Salsa, and Salsa de Molcajete.
If you don’t have a molcajete, you can use a food processor for both the Restaurant Style Salsa and the Classic Roasted Salsa. Roasting the vegetables before blending intensifies their flavor, an added bonus in the depths of winter when those juicy red summer tomatoes aren’t available. The Classic Roasted Salsa video shows just how easy it is to make. (Click on the photos to access the recipes.)
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SALSA: Un poema para cocinar/A Cooking Poem
written by Jorge Argueta
illustrated by Duncan Tonatiuh
translated by Elisa Amado
published by Groundwood Books, March 2015
Bilingual Picture Book for ages 4-7, 32 pp.
*A Junior Library Guild Selection*
*Starred Review* from School Library Journal
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The lovely and talented Heidi Mordhorst is hosting the Roundup at My Juicy Little Universe (she’s also hot stuff!). Salsa on over and check out the full menu of poetic goodness being served up in the blogosphere this week.🙂
*Spreads from Salsa posted by permission of the publisher, text copyright © 2015 Jorge Argueta, illustrations © 2015 Duncan Tonatiuh, published by Groundwood Books. All rights reserved.
**Copyright © 2015 Jama Rattigan of Jama’s Alphabet Soup. All rights reserved.