It’s interesting how, as more and more immigrants from south of the Rio Grande have spread into America, they have brought their culture with them, and that culture has disseminated, or might it be better to say diffused, into the mainstream. Nowhere is there a more evident example than the Mexican celebration Did de los Muertos, the Day of the Dead. Like Halloween, with which it is conflated, is, in fact, the selfsame holiday bequeathed with a differing name and means of celebrating it, the Day of the Dead is a Christianized holy day superimposed over a preexisting pagan ritual, both serving the same purpose and dedicated to the same end, the celebration and remembrance of the deceased. In Mexico it is a BIG deal. And it’s becoming so in the US. I’m glad.
Even if the rock you’ve been living under allows for trick-or-treaters but has thus far resisted the osmosis of knowledge you get from venturing forth to the grocery store or turning on the television, you’ve still seen vestiges of the Mexican fiesta. Those little cookies made to look like skulls and decorated with elaborate sprinkles and colorful ornate frosting are a staple, perhaps the primary visual symbol, of Dia de los Muertos. They’re tasty, too. You should try a bite.